“So you’re the assholes who made me sick?” Spencer growled with glaring eyes at the people in front of her.

After Spencer was calmed down we had made our way back to the mess hall and had a bit to eat, after assuring my blonde angel it wasn’t poisoned. Than we walked to a briefing room where Spencer was filled in on us being born and living in a virtual reality world created by a computer that realized it had to hold us hostage or cease to exist. When she found out that the reason she was sick was because of them, well she didn’t like it.

“Spencer,” Arthur chided for the millionth time, she was having a hard time not snapping at them let alone snapping their necks.

Sean, the leader of this space ship, who joined Arthur, Spencer, Carmen, Aiden and I while we ate held his hand up, “It’s alright Arthur and yes it was us who made you sick but it was the computer who kept you sick.”

“Kept her sick?” my voice filtered out startling them as I had been quiet this whole time, not sure if I should talk or just listen but I know that if I hadn’t kept my hand on Spencer’s knee rubbing it soothingly she might have jumped Sean, I doubt in her condition she could take him on but that wouldn’t stop my firecracker.

Sean sighed running his hand through his hand, “The compute realized that Spencer was of both worlds now, it sensed she had been contaminated therefore every time she got stronger it would introduce more filtered air into her lungs causing her to get sicker.”

“Well if you didn’t steal my wife in the first place it wouldn’t have happened,” Arthur’s voice raised as he clenched his teeth barely holding back his urge to kill.

“We didn’t steal your wife the insiders threw her out of the world; she landed out side the doors of the containment bay. We rescued her, if it wasn’t for us she would have died here as well as her baby.”

“You could have done the same thing you did to us, filtering the air or what ever!” he screamed the veins beginning to pop from her neck.