Notes: I was upset that we never got to see Doctus's reaction to Canaan's death, so I wrote this. Mad love to Cynthia, who patiently proofreads all of my terrible, OOC writing. :)
clean
by april (the acrobat hapsby)
Of course that Realian would end his life in a needlessly overdramatic way. For all his posturing as an unruffled and sarcastic bystander who went along with the flow yet was somehow high above it, the Realian was just a needy little drama whore like all of his needy little drama whore friends. It doesn't bother Doctus, of course - it's not like the Realian ever interfered in her work.
Work: that was what was necessary to create the bright future everyone dreamed of. Idealism gave birth to actual ideas, but it was those who struggled and studied and fought to change those ideas into reality that really counted in the end. Doctus could lose herself for hours in front of her computer terminal, pouring her soul into her creations; the proof of her worth and intellect evident in every clean line of code, every scripted program, every successfully operated mission.
The Program Canaan analysis program remained open, minimized and kept out of sight but not out of mind. She maximized the window, glancing briefly at the soft facial render - the asymmetrical orange hair, the sun-yellow Realian eyes, the smug pouty lips - and the markup text that made him a special Realian (a forced traitor, a useless turncoat program unable to defy his making) - before closing the files forever.
For a few moments, when she closed her eyes, she could still see his face and hear his voice. But those moments passed, and Doctus fell once again to what she knew and understood and loved. Idealists had offered her a blueprint, and it was up to her to make it happen, to code a path into a beautiful future.
The universe would not remember that Realian, but when all her work was finished, Doctus might take the time to think about him.