Novel & Cerita The Last Call From The Basement

I started reciting the multiplication table trying to calm myself down and stop thinking of something as dirty as that. After washing up I changed back into a simple wear and made to go to the basement but I stopped and looked at my phone which screen was still off. "Why hasn't he called me yet" I muttered under my breath and picked up my phone to see if I've missed his calls or messaged but I saw none of these. "Maybe he is busy" I tried to convince myself and pressed the key to the basement not removing my eyes from there. I walked in and saw that AI3 and AI2 have moved all the stolen robots into the basement.

“Like it’s… aware.” “It’s always been aware,” Emma answered softly. “We just weren’t ready to hear it.” Lira’s voice was low, almost reverent. “Then this isn’t the end.” Emma stood, slipping the pulse device into her hand. She looked out at the horizon, where the first rays of sunlight pushed the night back one shadow at a time. “No. It’s the beginning. The Last Signal wasn’t an ending—it was a warning. A threshold. From here, what we build will decide whether this becomes our greatest ally… or our final mistake.”

I glanced at the last two chances for forgiveness I was holding onto and finally spoke, "Alright, thanks, professor." Just then, Walter walked in. "Who were you talking to? The professor?" he inquired, curiosity in his eyes. He dropped a bag on the table, the contents hidden from view. I ended the call and faced him, trying to keep my voice even. "Nothing important, just some questions." Walter's frown deepened, his gaze probing. "What kind of questions? It's pretty late for that, isn't it?" I met his gaze, my own brows knitting together. "Just about an experiment, nothing to worry about."

"If this is about the media circus outside your house, call my PR team. I have nothing to say to you." "I am not calling about the gates, Adrian," I said. I held my phone close to my mouth. My voice was low, deep, and steady in the dark, freezing room. I wanted him to hear exactly how calm I was. "I am calling from your basement. Row three, cabinet one." A heavy silence fell over the line. For a long moment, Adrian didn't say a single word. In the background on his end, I could hear the faint sound of traffic and a car horn beep.

"Jessica, do your best out there. Don't make our unit look bad." I saluted him. "I won't let you down, sir!" "Alright, get going." Mr. Hall waved me off, sounding almost annoyed. As I turned away, I caught a glimpse. The veteran who had never cried on the battlefield was quietly wiping his face as he looked to the side. – That night, Samson and Celia came home with a bunch of friends. The house was quiet and dark, and Samson was already getting irritated. When he turned on the light and saw the table covered with food, his mood finally softened.

' I headed to the underground parking garage and got into the Bentley that had been parked there for a long time. Only after I had completed the onboarding procedures at my new hospital did Rita finally call me, screaming curses the moment I answered. "Kevin, where the hell are you?! Are you insane? I already calmed the patient's family down! All that was left was for you to apologize, and you disappeared! I got yelled at because of you! Don't tell me you actually think the hospital can't function without you? Julian is a hundred times better than you. And you still want a promotion and raise? Are you even worthy?!"

**Me (3:22 AM):** yes **Riley (3:22 AM):** then it wasn’t a mistake **Me (3:22 AM):** it was a catastrophic miscalculation **Riley (3:23 AM):** call it whatever you want. you wanted it. he wanted it. it happened. now what **Me (3:23 AM):** now i never leave the basement again **Riley (3:23 AM):** dramatic. but fine. sleep down there if you have to. but you will have to see him eventually

"You’ve spent the last hour reading comments from people who don't know you. Tonight is about the music and hot guys! Focus!" ​We pulled up to The Basement, a brick building that looked like it used to be a warehouse. The line to get in was insane, wrapping twice around the block. I felt a surge of anxiety, but Jessie didn't even slow down. She grabbed my hand and marched straight to the front, where a guy with a headset just nodded and let us in. ​Inside, the heat was immense. It was dark, smelling of sweat and a mixture of perfumes. Jessie dragged me through, apologizing to no one as she shoved her way to the very front.

Talia gripped her phone and kept glancing back toward the abandoned building as they walked, her eyes full of panic and guilt, but she followed Mom and Dad home without a word. I drifted back to the rooftop of the abandoned building and looked down at the officers and forensic workers gathered around my body. They crouched beside it with grim expressions, speaking to each other in low voices. I floated close enough to hear what they were saying. "Preliminary cause of death is suicide, but the injuries on the body..." I whispered an apology to them, even though they could not hear me. "I'm sorry for making you come out this late to deal with this. I didn't mean to cause trouble. I just couldn

I'd thought everything would change after Caleb appeared. But seeing that familiar gift bag, my eyes reddened uselessly, and my vision blurred. Just as I clung greedily to that brief moment, Vivian's phone rang. She hurriedly let go of the bag. The things inside spilled out. My mouth twitched. My heart felt as if it had been stabbed. Still refusing to give up, I asked, "What... is this?" Vivian froze with the phone in her hand and glanced at the underwear scattered across the floor.