Bubblegum Crisis doesn't belong to me.
Only Michelle Grey and Lita belong to me
This was inspired some by Terminator 2 - Judgement Day
Cybernetic Eyes, Cybernetic Soul?
Peter Withers
This takes place near the end or just after #1 of the
'A MegaTokyo Change' series
Scene zoomed in with Michelle sitting at Sylvie's bedside. Sylvie was still recovering from her injuries during the D.D. battlemover incident and was unconsious because of tranquilizers made especially for sexaroids.
Michelle stared Sylvie with a look of great sadness. They hadn't wanted to tranquilize her but Sylvie hadn't take the information of Anri's disappearence well. Priss had gone back to her home after staying with Sylvie for almost an entire day. Michelle was on the way to staying the same amount of time. As the long quiet hours passed, Michelle's thoughts wandered.
"What seperates humans from bumas? If someone who knew Sylvie was a 33s saw her reacting like a hysterical woman because of Anri being missing, they would have said it in was her programming to do so. 'To act more human' would most likely have been the phrase used. But if someone really knew Sylvie as a being in spite of her being a machine, they would have known it wasn't merely programming. They would have known she wasn't merely the sum of her programmings."
Michelle shook her head at the stupidity of the people responsible for making Sylvie's kind illegal on earth. "It wasn't the superweapon connections the ones with power were worried about when they outlawed Sylvie's kind on Earth. The connections could have been removed from them easily enough. We had removed Sylvie's superweapon connections in less than two hours. It is that these machines, these bumas, are in some ways more human than we humans are. All they have ever desired most were their freedoms, to live the way they want to live, and without the desire for the petty things that humans like. They would protect those who they cared for with their lives. And unlike many of those who I have known in my lifetime, while the bumas were alive, they would never quit doing so. They would be willing to die to protect the ones they cared for. I wonder who among 'humans' would be willing to do the same."
Michelle shifted her position in the chair so she could look into the mirror as her thoughts wandered to herself and what she had become.
"I look at myself at times, with my new body and through my new eyes. I have to wonder how much of 'me' is truely left. Am I still a human? Am I a machine? Am I some mixture of the two? Sometimes I have to wonder while thinking about that, which of the three would be best for me."
Michelle gently held Sylvie's hand and a tear traced its way down the side of the cyborg's cheek.
She whispered outloud more to herself than to anyone else.
"Some say that the eyes are the windows to one's soul. When I look into a mirror with my cybernetic eyes, I wonder what kind of soul I have within me."