Deus Ex Machina Et Tempus
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Compitales de Fatis Part 1
She woke up that evening, worried about something. That something, she thought, could not come to mind. An invisible threat that, no matter how invisible it might be, always tormented her well being. Yet one could see that she already had the immunity of it.
Ever since she was fourteen, she was chosen to be something greater for better or for worse. She could not decide which one before she was plunged into something that would have been beyond traumatizing to any other human. She saved her native country from destruction, and perhaps the lives of millions…but she never asked for this. She never wanted to become the 'Avatar of Time' nor did she want much of her liberty to be taken away. Where she used to eat anything she wanted, much of it would be spat out the moment the bite was taken, with visions of how those on Earth perverted its resources for better taste. Had she been given the option to opt, she would have said no. But yes and no were borderlines with life and death, at least in her case. This would have been a likely suspect of what was eating her up inside as it has for most of her life. Today, she would become forty and little had changed in that time.
Slowly, and methodically, she slid off her bed and onto her feet. After stretching her rested legs, the woman quietly drifted through the darkness and onto the cold marble floor of the bathroom. Once there was contact between skin and stone, the lights washed away all darkness and the woman found that she was staring at none other than herself. Other than a Magatama bead embedded into her forehead, the only other deviant feature this woman found about herself was that her entire body, face to feet, resembled that of a healthy woman that would have been in her early thirties. Yet the woman had long ago accepted these facts as she turned on the faucet in her sink. She scooped the falling water into her hands and motioned them towards her face, splashing herself in its cold and unforgiving sensation of the tiny droplets that have built up to form that small handful of water.
It was a mistake, as being the Avatar of Time came with one ability that no human can endure without damage to their livelihood. In the woman's eyes, she saw a vision, one of that of water being filled with chemicals which was to 'purify' it as to not harm humans but other visions that showed people getting sick from over exposure to the water. It was not the first vision that had filled the woman's eyes…and it was not to be the last.
Her left arm kept the woman from falling to the floor from the shakes and sweat while her right reached out for a pill bottle that read Neuropozyne on the label. With her thumb, she flicked off the cap, brought the bottle to her mouth and slipped one tablet down her throat. The visions had stopped seconds later and the woman took a deep breath. Normally taken through needles as well as usually taken by augmented people, the woman's abilities did have the same characteristics of those that have been augmented. Her prescription of Neuropozyne came in pills rather than injections, for the sake of convenience. Yet she still found herself questioning her difference of those who had mechanical limbs rather than organic.
The woman sank her head into her left arm in despair. She felt tears forming in her eyes as she thought back to her past. Despite the fact that she learned of her role as she was that day all those years ago, she still couldn't understand why it had to be her to do what she did, to have to be the one to experience the harsh reality of the world she occupied. She looked at herself, old yet young, with her humanity dwindling. Why did she have to leave everything ordinary behind to take this new responsibility? Why did she…With a scream, she retracted her left arm, made a fist, and struck the mirror that bore her reflection. The woman continued to cry, yet it was hard to tell if she was crying from the pain of her punch or from her past. Either way, she fell on her knees and curled herself. After a moment of sorrow and tears, the woman finally stood up and decided to wash her hand with the faucet that still ran. The once transparent water ran red with her blood as did the floor. Once her arm became dry again, the woman took a piece of cloth and wrapped her wounded hand and took one glance at the fruit of her discomfort before exiting the bathroom. She walked into the kitchen before she found bandages to replace the cloth over her hand.
She wrapped her red covered hand and tossed the leftovers onto the counter. The woman tried to move her hand but pain was the only result. She immediately gave up on movement and decided to allow her hand to heal. She only wished that she would have struck something else, perhaps a punching bag but she figured that she would not have had the patience to attack something made of sand. The woman's thoughts trended towards the television. She sat on the couch and took the remote. Normally, she would not bother to waste her time with television, especially at that hour. She would have to go to work the following morning, as a receptionist for a foundation known as Humanity Front, an anti-augmentation group whose goal was to convince the American Government, and perhaps the rest of the world, to heavily restrict human augmentation.
The woman found watching the news that came from a news station in Montréal, Picus was its name. The woman found it amusing that a Canadian news program could catch the hearts of millions. Their anchorwoman, Eliza Cassan, seemed to be biased in almost all subjects that were mentioned. After five minutes, the woman turned off the television and walked back to her bed. She climbed into the sheets and stared at the ceiling. She thought about what had happened in the past few years, and even decades, how this rebirth left her with almost nothing. Now, almost three decades later, the few things that had changed, diverted greatly from the norm…her norm. But she is still who she is for her name is Juna Ariyoshi, she is the Avatar of Time, and she is the Earth Maiden…
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