A/n- yes! Finally! The last edited chapter! *does a victory dance* Thanks
to my soul reviewer again, Reana, your help is much appreciated. Just a
quickie. New chapter out soon. I know, you're all dying to read it
*snort*
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Rachel walked back to her apartment from the train station. She wasn't awake, her feet were just taking her wherever they wanted to go. Finally, after three wrong turns (her feet were not good navigators) and a very touchy man, Rachel made it back up to her room.
She couldn't think. She couldn't feel. She slept, and while she did, she cried. While Rachel didn't know this, several other people did. They had been watching her for some time, and they seemed distressed by her reaction to the news of her being. They bickered, they fought, and finally one agreement was made. They would have to contact her.
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the next morning Rachel awoke, surprised by the stiffness of her body, and the dried tears on her face. Then everything came back to her. She felt dizzy, and fell back to the bed.
After what seemed like hours of thinking, Rachel went over to her manual. She smiled when she felt the buzz of a message on the cover. She opened it up. Again Rachel was reminded of her past, of her partner. She hadn't gotten many messages since her death. She preferred to work alone, she always had enough power to work anything out without anyone else's help. She saw the message, it was from Ronald.
"Rachel, I know you were distraught about what we talked about. If you would like, there is a way for you to learn more about yourself. It is highly dangerous, but I think you're up to it. A way to find about what makes you is to examine your 'kernel.' A kernel is all the laws that govern your body and they can tell you anything you would like to know about yourself. Of course, you will need to practice, so if you are interested, go to WorldGate 7 tomorrow at 4pm. Good luck."
Rachel smiled at the prospect of finding out more about herself. She slipped herself downstairs and made two very large ice cream sundaes, never thinking of any of the responsibilities that weighed upon her while she ate. ~Ahh, now this is what I was missing.~
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Rachel walked back to her apartment from the train station. She wasn't awake, her feet were just taking her wherever they wanted to go. Finally, after three wrong turns (her feet were not good navigators) and a very touchy man, Rachel made it back up to her room.
She couldn't think. She couldn't feel. She slept, and while she did, she cried. While Rachel didn't know this, several other people did. They had been watching her for some time, and they seemed distressed by her reaction to the news of her being. They bickered, they fought, and finally one agreement was made. They would have to contact her.
~*~
the next morning Rachel awoke, surprised by the stiffness of her body, and the dried tears on her face. Then everything came back to her. She felt dizzy, and fell back to the bed.
After what seemed like hours of thinking, Rachel went over to her manual. She smiled when she felt the buzz of a message on the cover. She opened it up. Again Rachel was reminded of her past, of her partner. She hadn't gotten many messages since her death. She preferred to work alone, she always had enough power to work anything out without anyone else's help. She saw the message, it was from Ronald.
"Rachel, I know you were distraught about what we talked about. If you would like, there is a way for you to learn more about yourself. It is highly dangerous, but I think you're up to it. A way to find about what makes you is to examine your 'kernel.' A kernel is all the laws that govern your body and they can tell you anything you would like to know about yourself. Of course, you will need to practice, so if you are interested, go to WorldGate 7 tomorrow at 4pm. Good luck."
Rachel smiled at the prospect of finding out more about herself. She slipped herself downstairs and made two very large ice cream sundaes, never thinking of any of the responsibilities that weighed upon her while she ate. ~Ahh, now this is what I was missing.~
