Summary: A disturbing letter is found...?
She opened her eyes in a flash of brightness. The world around her was pure liquid. She watched bubbles float to the top in her sudden wake. She glanced around, trying to stretch against the tight restraints. Something was pulling or pinching her in every direction. She let out a weak cry as the wires bit her skin. She let out a small cry despite the nozzle covering her mouth. Her eyes darted from left to right, yet the faster she used them, the harder it was to focus. She blinked rapidly as she saw blurs move about her "cage".
She tried to lift a hand to the glass yet again the wires bit her skin angrily. She let out a heated grunt in a burst of stubborness. She tried to remember whatever that nudge of rememberance was that kept eating at her thoughts, yet no matter how hard she tried it only resulted in a violent migraine. As she squinted her eyes in another throb of pain from the dramatic headache, she heard thousands of buzzers ring off in abstract directions. Within seconds she was back in darkness, alone and very afraid.
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Gero watched the twins charts fly in perfect unison. "Are they feeling the same thing?" asked Fiona, staring above her monitor. Gero smirked. "It seems so. Whether they are human or not, they still have a connection, somewhere inside." Fiona smiled, maybe Dameon wasn't lost completely. "So tomorrow morning I intend on finding it." Fiona frowned, yet continued to type. "And exterminate it." The clicks of her fingertips on the keyboard stopped immediately. "Why?" she managed to gasp, her brow furrowed in a mix of confusion and resentment. Gero sighed, setting down a clipboard.
"Fiona m'dear, there are things that seperate us from machines. Emotions is one." Fiona glared. "But this wasn't in the plan! You told me they would still be aware of...of their feelings at least?!" Gero let out a tired sigh. He set a few settings before he turned back to his granddaughter's angry amythest eyes. "Fiona...when your parents died, who took you in?" Fiona glanced away a moment. "You did Grandfather...but it was always planned that way. You didn't have a problem with it." Gero nodded. "True...true. I did not object to having my only remaining kin close to me, but I didn't expect you to oppose me after all I did." Fiona stared, rising up from her seat. "What are you saying?"
Gero sighed. "I never asked for a thank you from you my sweet, but I didn't ask for your damn mother's temper either." Fiona opened her mouth to speak just as another hundred buzzers rang. Gero quickly attended them and within seconds the only sound was the constant buzz of the tanks and the soft bubbling of the liquids. Fiona shut off her monitor. "I'm going home."
Gero waved her off. "Seven sharp, understand?" Fiona didn't respond as she climbed the stairs to the overhead apartment. She wasn't in the mood to fight the Saturday night traffic. She tossed her lab clothes onto a bystanding chair and fell onto her bed, completely exhausted.
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Night was pulled away by a curtain of rain as the two finally finished their work. The two were ready to be released. Fiona jotted down a few notes as the phone rang. "Aren't you going to get that Fiona?!" spat her grandfather from underneath machinery. Fiona rolled her eyes as she lifted the black reciever. "Gero Research Center," she answered glumly. "This is Meryl Tuscon...I was wondering if I could speak with my children?" Fiona felt something catch in her throat. She swallowed it back down and replied, "Um, can I ask what this regards to?" The woman let out an impatient sigh. "Well I found a rather disturbing note from my son this morning and I'd like to talk to him about it."
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A/N: Well I finally got back from Oklahoma. ::sniffle, sniffle:: I know this is really short but it's nearly two and I'm gonna just update this so I can go to bed, okie dokie? LOL. Sorry, obviously I'm tired.
She opened her eyes in a flash of brightness. The world around her was pure liquid. She watched bubbles float to the top in her sudden wake. She glanced around, trying to stretch against the tight restraints. Something was pulling or pinching her in every direction. She let out a weak cry as the wires bit her skin. She let out a small cry despite the nozzle covering her mouth. Her eyes darted from left to right, yet the faster she used them, the harder it was to focus. She blinked rapidly as she saw blurs move about her "cage".
She tried to lift a hand to the glass yet again the wires bit her skin angrily. She let out a heated grunt in a burst of stubborness. She tried to remember whatever that nudge of rememberance was that kept eating at her thoughts, yet no matter how hard she tried it only resulted in a violent migraine. As she squinted her eyes in another throb of pain from the dramatic headache, she heard thousands of buzzers ring off in abstract directions. Within seconds she was back in darkness, alone and very afraid.
:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:
Gero watched the twins charts fly in perfect unison. "Are they feeling the same thing?" asked Fiona, staring above her monitor. Gero smirked. "It seems so. Whether they are human or not, they still have a connection, somewhere inside." Fiona smiled, maybe Dameon wasn't lost completely. "So tomorrow morning I intend on finding it." Fiona frowned, yet continued to type. "And exterminate it." The clicks of her fingertips on the keyboard stopped immediately. "Why?" she managed to gasp, her brow furrowed in a mix of confusion and resentment. Gero sighed, setting down a clipboard.
"Fiona m'dear, there are things that seperate us from machines. Emotions is one." Fiona glared. "But this wasn't in the plan! You told me they would still be aware of...of their feelings at least?!" Gero let out a tired sigh. He set a few settings before he turned back to his granddaughter's angry amythest eyes. "Fiona...when your parents died, who took you in?" Fiona glanced away a moment. "You did Grandfather...but it was always planned that way. You didn't have a problem with it." Gero nodded. "True...true. I did not object to having my only remaining kin close to me, but I didn't expect you to oppose me after all I did." Fiona stared, rising up from her seat. "What are you saying?"
Gero sighed. "I never asked for a thank you from you my sweet, but I didn't ask for your damn mother's temper either." Fiona opened her mouth to speak just as another hundred buzzers rang. Gero quickly attended them and within seconds the only sound was the constant buzz of the tanks and the soft bubbling of the liquids. Fiona shut off her monitor. "I'm going home."
Gero waved her off. "Seven sharp, understand?" Fiona didn't respond as she climbed the stairs to the overhead apartment. She wasn't in the mood to fight the Saturday night traffic. She tossed her lab clothes onto a bystanding chair and fell onto her bed, completely exhausted.
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Night was pulled away by a curtain of rain as the two finally finished their work. The two were ready to be released. Fiona jotted down a few notes as the phone rang. "Aren't you going to get that Fiona?!" spat her grandfather from underneath machinery. Fiona rolled her eyes as she lifted the black reciever. "Gero Research Center," she answered glumly. "This is Meryl Tuscon...I was wondering if I could speak with my children?" Fiona felt something catch in her throat. She swallowed it back down and replied, "Um, can I ask what this regards to?" The woman let out an impatient sigh. "Well I found a rather disturbing note from my son this morning and I'd like to talk to him about it."
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A/N: Well I finally got back from Oklahoma. ::sniffle, sniffle:: I know this is really short but it's nearly two and I'm gonna just update this so I can go to bed, okie dokie? LOL. Sorry, obviously I'm tired.