Publications of Cornell University Medical College

Publications of Cornell University Medical College

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by Cornell University Cornell University Medical College. Dept of Pathology

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ERROR 404 NOT FOUND<p>ERROR 404 NOT FOUND<p>* * *<p>ERROR 404 NOT FOUND<p>ERROR 404 NOT FOUND<p>ERROR...404...NOT...FOUND...<p>ERROR 404 FOUND. PROCEEDING AWAKENING PROTOCOLS.<p>* * *<p>...<p>...Grey. Grey was what she saw around her. And not an interesting shade of grey, either. More of a bland, boring type of grey that made you want to groan with boredom just by looking at it. It was not pleasant, but it's all she had to look at for the moment.<p>Tranquilized by the grey color of the air, she blinked once under her grey goggles. Grey. Yech, she was starting to not like that color. Anyways, she looked beneath where she lay. More grey. Wonderful. She seemed to be floating in a vast vat of grey nothingness, with absolutely nothing to be seen at all, save herself.<p>Herself. What did she look like?<p>She looked down at herself. She wore a grey tank top that stopped at her naval, along with grey silk pants, creating an image of pajamas. Her build was very pale, and her frame very slight, with very few...natural assets. By grasping her hair (at least she could move) she found it was a strange whiteish-grey color. It was grey, yes, but it was a different shade of grey. Progress at last.<p>She looked at herself again and shook her head. These clothes would never do. Something better suited for her...maybe...<p>Before she even finished wishing for it, she found herself dressed in grey street shoes, grey jeans and a grey hoodie. Still all grey, but this was an intresting development. She tapped up by her eyes, and she felt something hard, heavy, metal, and probably grey. Still wearing her weird goggles, then. After trying to wish them off, pull hem off, and other methods, she determined that the goggles were a part of herself. How odd.<p>Even stranger was the fact that, no matter how she tried, she could not remember anything about herself. No childhood memories, no recollection of friends, nothing. She sighed. Maybe at least she knew her own name. And as if by magic, a word rolled unheeded past her tounge.<p>"Error."<p>The sound of her own voice disturbed her. It was suprisingly loud, or at least seemed so, due to the lack of other noise in the room...greyness...thing she was floating in. Error...that was her name, then. She nodded curtly. "That's great and all, but now what?" She thought out loud. Again, as if he voi e had summoned it, a weapon appeared in front of her. It was definentally a sword, but it was unlike any she had ever seen (seen? But she had no memories of did she know? Oh, well...). It had a winged grip, extending at sharp geometric angles from the cube-shaped pommel to the wing-shaped hilt. The blade itself seeme to consist mainly of plasma, and was shaped to a point. And, of course, the whoe shibang was various shades of grey.<p>Taking the sword gently, she suddenly found herself standing, sword hanging from her hand, as from out of the greyness a portal appeared. It shimmered black and blue. Colors that weren't grey!! She silently cheered. And with one last look at the greyness, Error stepped through the portal.