vikram-ashwan

He was almost at his door when Vik__ earsplitting shriek resounded down the corridor. Tom was glad for the excuse to sprint back toward him. __ik?__e reached Vik__ doorway as Vik was backing out of it. __om,_ he breathed, __t__ an abomination.__onfused, Tom stepped past him into the bunk. Then he gawked, too.Instead of a standard trainee bunk of two small beds with drawers underneath them and totally bare walls, Vik__ bunk was virtually covered with images of their friend Wyatt Enslow. There were posters all over the wall with Wyatt__ solemn, oval face on them. She wore her customary scowl, her dark eyes tracking their every move through the bunk. There was_a giant_marble statue of a sad-looking Vik with a boot on top of its head. The Vik statue clutched two very, very tiny hands together in a gesture of supplication, its eyes trained upward on the unseen stomper, an inscription at its base, WHY, OH WHY, DID I CROSS WYATT ENSLOW?Tom began to laugh.__he didn__ do it to the bunk,_ Vik insisted. __he must__e done something to our processors.__hat much was obvious. If Wyatt was good at anything, it was pulling off tricks with the neural processors, which could pretty much be manipulated to show them anything. This was some sort of illusion she was making them see, and Tom heartily approved.He stepped closer to the walls to admire some of the photos_pinned there, freeze-frames of some of Vik__ more embarrassing moments at the Spire: that time Vik got_a computer virus_that convinced him he was a sheep, and he__ crawled around on his hands and knees chewing on plants in the arboretum. Another was Vik gaping in dismay as Wyatt won the war games.__y hands do not look like that._ Vik jabbed a finger at the statue and its abnormally tiny hands. Wyatt had relentlessly mocked Vik for having small, delicate hands ever since Tom had informed her it was the proper way to counter one of Vik__ nicknames for her, __an Hands._ Vik had mostly_abandoned_that nickname for __vil Wench,_ and Tom suspected it was due to the delicate-hands gibe.Just then, Vik__ new roommate bustled into the bunk.He was a tall, slim guy with curly black hair and a pointy look to his face. Tom had seen him around, and he called up his profile from memory:NAME: Giuseppe NicholsRANK: USIF, Grade IV Middle, Alexander DivisionORIGIN: New York, NYACHIEVEMENTS: Runner-up, Van Cliburn International Piano CompetitionIP: 2053:db7:lj71::291:ll3:6e8SECURITY STATUS: Top Secret LANDLOCK-4Giuseppe must__e been able to see the bunk_template, too, because he stuttered to a stop, staring up at the statue. __id you really program a giant_statue of yourself into your bunk_template? That__ so narcissistic.__om smothered his laughter. __ow. He already has your number, man.__ik shot him a look of death as Tom backed out of the bunk.