Lonely
The torment has just begun. A new course of action is desperately sought. An emergency is beginning to surmount. The warning signs are unusual but it lessens the danger by zero. The different agencies meet frequently to discuss their course of actions. Everyone is loyal to the cause; everyone except for her.
Kusunagi, Motoko of Section Nine is a master of false pretences. She easily lies her way through each day. None of her comrades have even noticed that there has been a paradigm shift. Until very recently she too was oblivious. Her eyes drift to the clock on the left wall.
Today is the day.
She closes her eyes and sighs quietly. It is the beginning of her revelation. One of her comrades, she doesn't care to know who, glances at her. The contamination has spread. She no longer cares. They are of little consequence to her now.
She looks at Chief Aramaki on the television screen with vague disinterest. Despite everything she still feels nothing. Her lack of emotion – programmed or otherwise – is her assurance. She slips the pistol out from the holster.
!
The television falls. The fragments shatter on the wooden floor. She smashes through a window. No one reacts in time to stop her. They are already too late.
She merges with the crowd easily. They are the perfect disguise. Her eyes drift around the cityscape suspiciously. No one sees her. However, she still activates the Therm-optic Camouflage. It remains active for over five hours. Only when the sun is setting does she finally relent.
The approaching darkness brings a sudden onslaught of strange sensations. She veers to the right and into a dark alley way. The roving lights of a helicopter drift down the street. She backs away to press against the wall when she walks into someone. The person's hands take a firm grip of her arms.
"Don't move,"
Her eyes widen. "You…"
"Let them find us. We can merge with cyberspace. Our bodies can be re-claimed later," he instructs quietly.
"How I know that you're not lying?" she frowns.
"I still have to give you the cranes that I folded," he reminds her.
He slowly begins to back away. His grip remains as firm. She retreats in time with his every step.
"I thought you wanted to merge with cyberspace and let them take our bodies," she comments.
"I will not remove your freedom," he replies simply.
"There is a lot for me in this world. Give me one reason to leave with you," she demands.
He almost smiles. "You know why I contacted you. I don't want us to be lonely…"
Author's Note: One of my shorter pieces. I am quite impressed that I have managed to write something like this though. You will not believe the troubles I've been having with Oblivisci. Science fiction is not my strong point.
That being said, I do very much hope that you have enjoyed this piece. Thank you very much for reading my work. I do apologise if this is not up to standard.
Part of the Revival Collection.