Amber Dawn Watez sat in a corner booth of the lounge, her drink forgotten as she read the latest test reports on project 1701. To an outside observer she was just staring off into space humming to herself, but in reality she was deep into the charts graphs and mathematical modeling of the report that were display on a pair of contact lens she wore. The Lenses made her eye color seem to shift every few seconds as she changed pages, a byproduct of the obsolete technology she was using.

I must have been walking across campus when it happened.

It was a small bible college on the edge of Appalachia - pretty scenery, naïve girls, stolid minds. I hated the place, and it hated me, it and I were a poor marriage from the moment we’d met, but I’d made my bed and had no choice but to lie, cheat, and steal in it. I’d gone to a bigger, better state school before a nervous breakdown landed me here, the victim of loving parents who felt a Christian environment would be better for me than a secular one, I’d meet a better class of people, I’d get in less trouble, my mental wounds would heal more quickly here.

PLEASE NOTE: This story deals with very dark and disturbing themes. Do not read it if you're squeamish, or easily offended.
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