Beautiful scenery, happy people, snow, and occasionally, music, created a perfect world, a world that no longer existed. Taz held the snowglobe in her hands and shook it, sending snowflakes to the bottom. The world inside the globe was pure. The world outside the globe was evil.
The area around Taz was scorched, a reminder that the robots had been there. From the looks of it, the robots had destroyed this area months ago. It must have been beautiful once. The sun probably warmed the sand, and this shop would have sold knick-knacks to tourists. Children probably laughed, and music might have played from the speakers. The waves crashed onto the rocks, and Taz could smell the sea air.
It wasn't right. The beauty was being destroyed everywhere by heaps of metal, metal that could never taste the saltwater, feel the wind, smell the scents of the ocean. Robots would never know how precious life could be. They only burned it.
Taz looked at the snowglobe again. Its music was very haunting now. The shore scene portrayed in it became ugly, and the snowflakes were now ashes. Life wasn't pretty. It was horrible, and nothing good could happen without it being ruined later on. She raised the snowglobe over head to smash it, but a warm hand wrapped around her wrist.
"Taz, what are you doing?" Up asked, taking the globe from her.
"I was going to destroy it, idiota," said Taz, reaching for the globe. Up held it out of her reach.
"Taz, why would you want to do that?"
"Because it's not real!" she shouted. "None of it is! The robots take everything good and burn it."
Up wrapped his arm around her. "That's not completely true."
"What do you mean?" Taz looked up and met Up's blue eyes.
"The robots haven't burned you yet."
Taz felt a smile form across her lips. "And I've still got you."
