Prologue
The graveyard was quite. No one or nothing was around to accompany her; well, no one alive at least. Bodies and tombs surrounded her as she walked towards her old friend's grave. The dead did not bother her. She had been around the deceased all of her life. Society now revolved around the dead. The land on which she inhabited was built upon the bodies of those who were plagued by organ failure and the lucky ones who went uninfected, but were cursed by their debts to stay alive. Everyone she had ever know were dead; either they had breathed their last or they're hearts had become blackened by this time of desperation and perfection. No, the dead did not scare her. What really frightened her was the knowledge that she would be joining them soon.
The cold night air blew into her face and sent shivers down her spin; almost knocking the wide hood off of her head. She clutched onto her bouquet of roses and she trudged through the cemetery. After a long walk, she finally saw Marni's tomb in sight. Taking a deep breath, she stopped and thought back to her past; a joyful time of hope and friendship where no one was afraid of what lurked behind them. Lifting her head, she took the lasts steps it took to reach the mausoleum door.
I've made my peace.
I hold no grudge.
I'm gonna sing,
My final song,
At the opera tonight.
She had finally had enough. After years of being enslaved to a company whose goal was to get away with murder disguised as a savior, it was time for her to seek freedom, even if it did mean losing her life. Death couldn't be as horrible as the guilt she felt promoting this devilish corporation. Even a blind person could see the horrors in store to their future.
Suddenly, she heard a twig snap behind her. She turned around quickly in panic. "Surely he isn't coming for me now," she thought to herself. Her heart rate was now beating twice as fast than her normal pace. She looked around the graveyard, examining every shadow with her technologically advanced eyes. No one was there. Her fear was getting the best of her; allowing her imagination to be filled with every worst-case possible.
Calming herself down, she turned back to Marni's grave and stared. Days turned to weeks, weeks to months, and months to years. After 17 years, she still hadn't gotten over her dear friend's premature death. Tears began to fill her eyes as she knelt down and placed her bouquet of blood-red roses on the steps. It wouldn't be long before she would see Marni again. After a moment of prayer, she stood up turned towards the rest of the graveyard, and lifted her eyes to the sky. Tonight was the night she would die. Tonight, Blind Mag would sing for the last time as the voice of GeneCo.
Repo Man, Come Take My Eyes.
Repo Man, My Eyes!
