It stank. That was all she could really say about the room. Her hand lifted up to cover over her face as she took the steps down the stairs into the laboratory below. Little effort was applied to listening to the annoyed rumblings of the man below. Too much was going on, and she could taste it on the air. Whatever it was her master was planning she didn't even have a single clue as to what it was. Those long burgundy locks of her hair fluttering about her form as she came down into the room that smelt of several different chemicals. Never was it anything special to find him working on something new, maybe another doll like her. The soft red hues of her eyes blinked gently as she turned down the final stair and through the large archway.
Her master was dressed in his long, tattered lab coat putting together something new. His hands worked with bits of wire and hardware that were scattered all around the place. It was nothing special to see him working on another, but deep inside it caused her a lot of pain. Always was he trying to make one that was more perfect then her, and always failing. Of course she always felt the brunt end of these failures, as the several bruises upon her form would tell one as much.
Of course she didn't care much at all about it and only spoke up in the slight shy voice, "Master?"
"What?!" He snapped as he turned about to look at her.
Immediately her artificial frame froze up under the enraged gaze of his blue eyes. He was obviously angered with her and she couldn't find the courage to stand up to that glare. Simpering away step by step until she hit her back against a wall. Those red twins staring up to him, and shivered with fright as they met his blue eyes.
"Jonas, and Dahlia have picked up on her signal, and are going after her now. They aren't sure if the girl will be with the persocom also, or not." The doll replied softly before looking down at the ground. "But they think it's most likely that she will be."
"Only a few steps more closer to finishing it." The words were lined with maddening chuckles as he turned to his work. "And I'll have my little girl back, then I can get you out of my sight once and for all." Each syllable he said spoken with regret and grief and the doll could only wish to take a step forward to offer comfort. However, she kept herself from doing so, knowing he would only push her away and leave more bruises upon her delicate skin.
"Yes, Master."
From there on out a silence filled the room for a few more moments. Her master went back to working on getting the computer's components back together while she could only stand there in loneliness. Of course, she didn't understand that concept what so ever, but somewhere inside of her she understood that it's definition existed amongst the billions, and billions of micro bytes of data within her operating systems. It was odd understanding some sort of human emotion without having the proper programming to dissect the emotion and analyze it. Morganna felt herself slump down along the wall as her eyes rested upon her legs that sat there sprawled out along the ground at unusual bends. It was all so alien, and all too uncomfortable.
She was nothing more then a doll without emotion. It was impossible to bring the dead back to life after all, especially through a computer being. The persocom knew the man's ideas were fanatical. He believed the spirit could be digitized and mimicked through the various systems of ones and zeroes that were so common to the computer language. Maybe it was possible to recreate the person in a persocom, but it would never be the person, physically, could it?
Saori was running up the stairs of the shrine. Each step echoing out against the stone stairs as her skirt brushed back and forth against her thighs. It was weird to be returning here after so long. It stirred up a dozen different memories from the past, and mainly those that brought back thoughts of Suki. She fought the tears that were forcing themselves to the surface as she soon took the stairs two at a time to find herself standing up on the cobblestone walk ways. The silence was bitter to hear, and made the shrine seem abandoned while barren branches of cherry trees swayed softly in the breeze. It was difficult to even recognize the place as where she had met her friend so many years ago.
Her knees buckled close to one another before she collapsed to the ground. Hands planted themselves firmly upon the ground while the tears fell from her eyes and upon the ground itself. It was so hard to be here again and to see it so abandoned. How much she wished for the celebration again, where Suki had saved her from the hands of one of many old perverted men who would have used their prize for alternate purposes.
It was then that her conscious was shattered by the soft sound of bells. Those sea green eyes lifted upwards to see the persocom she had made standing before her. The cerulean hues staring back down at her seemed so forgiving and familiar in the same instant. This brought even more tears to the girl's eyes before the computer moved to kneel in front of her and hug her mistress close. The soft blonde locks of hair falling all about her form while fabrics of a black kimono skirts were spilt all across the ground.
"I'm sorry Yuka, I shouldn't have put the programming into you. I began to create something that I couldn't handle myself."
"Hush, hush," The persocom scolded in the familiar way that was all to close to Suki's. "Mistress, I forgive you for that already. Now we shuld get back to the apartment so we can fix everything. So you can understand."
"Understand?"
"It's too much to explain now, mistress. But the miko here helped me understand when she showed me in the big mirror. Yuka isn't angry at mistress, and Yuka doesn't want mistress to delete the programming just for feeling guilty about making Yuka like Suki. Because Yuka and Suki are one person, and miko says not to tell you how until we get back."
"Shall we move in now?" Dahlia said to Jonas who only replied with a curt nod of his head.
The two persocoms, programmed solely to trace down any unique persocoms in the area, dropped down from the ancient tree. Both of them stood there glaring at the two with their matching red eyes, and black hair. It was easily traceable, the far more unique signals Yuka's programming gave off. Let alone double checking the BBS' for persocom makers had narrowed a lot of their search to the Los Angeles area. The moment they landed on the ground Yuka's blue eyed gaze snapped over towards her.
"Saori Macarthur, and Yuka," Jonas said. "Our master wishes to see both of you."
Her master was dressed in his long, tattered lab coat putting together something new. His hands worked with bits of wire and hardware that were scattered all around the place. It was nothing special to see him working on another, but deep inside it caused her a lot of pain. Always was he trying to make one that was more perfect then her, and always failing. Of course she always felt the brunt end of these failures, as the several bruises upon her form would tell one as much.
Of course she didn't care much at all about it and only spoke up in the slight shy voice, "Master?"
"What?!" He snapped as he turned about to look at her.
Immediately her artificial frame froze up under the enraged gaze of his blue eyes. He was obviously angered with her and she couldn't find the courage to stand up to that glare. Simpering away step by step until she hit her back against a wall. Those red twins staring up to him, and shivered with fright as they met his blue eyes.
"Jonas, and Dahlia have picked up on her signal, and are going after her now. They aren't sure if the girl will be with the persocom also, or not." The doll replied softly before looking down at the ground. "But they think it's most likely that she will be."
"Only a few steps more closer to finishing it." The words were lined with maddening chuckles as he turned to his work. "And I'll have my little girl back, then I can get you out of my sight once and for all." Each syllable he said spoken with regret and grief and the doll could only wish to take a step forward to offer comfort. However, she kept herself from doing so, knowing he would only push her away and leave more bruises upon her delicate skin.
"Yes, Master."
From there on out a silence filled the room for a few more moments. Her master went back to working on getting the computer's components back together while she could only stand there in loneliness. Of course, she didn't understand that concept what so ever, but somewhere inside of her she understood that it's definition existed amongst the billions, and billions of micro bytes of data within her operating systems. It was odd understanding some sort of human emotion without having the proper programming to dissect the emotion and analyze it. Morganna felt herself slump down along the wall as her eyes rested upon her legs that sat there sprawled out along the ground at unusual bends. It was all so alien, and all too uncomfortable.
She was nothing more then a doll without emotion. It was impossible to bring the dead back to life after all, especially through a computer being. The persocom knew the man's ideas were fanatical. He believed the spirit could be digitized and mimicked through the various systems of ones and zeroes that were so common to the computer language. Maybe it was possible to recreate the person in a persocom, but it would never be the person, physically, could it?
Saori was running up the stairs of the shrine. Each step echoing out against the stone stairs as her skirt brushed back and forth against her thighs. It was weird to be returning here after so long. It stirred up a dozen different memories from the past, and mainly those that brought back thoughts of Suki. She fought the tears that were forcing themselves to the surface as she soon took the stairs two at a time to find herself standing up on the cobblestone walk ways. The silence was bitter to hear, and made the shrine seem abandoned while barren branches of cherry trees swayed softly in the breeze. It was difficult to even recognize the place as where she had met her friend so many years ago.
Her knees buckled close to one another before she collapsed to the ground. Hands planted themselves firmly upon the ground while the tears fell from her eyes and upon the ground itself. It was so hard to be here again and to see it so abandoned. How much she wished for the celebration again, where Suki had saved her from the hands of one of many old perverted men who would have used their prize for alternate purposes.
It was then that her conscious was shattered by the soft sound of bells. Those sea green eyes lifted upwards to see the persocom she had made standing before her. The cerulean hues staring back down at her seemed so forgiving and familiar in the same instant. This brought even more tears to the girl's eyes before the computer moved to kneel in front of her and hug her mistress close. The soft blonde locks of hair falling all about her form while fabrics of a black kimono skirts were spilt all across the ground.
"I'm sorry Yuka, I shouldn't have put the programming into you. I began to create something that I couldn't handle myself."
"Hush, hush," The persocom scolded in the familiar way that was all to close to Suki's. "Mistress, I forgive you for that already. Now we shuld get back to the apartment so we can fix everything. So you can understand."
"Understand?"
"It's too much to explain now, mistress. But the miko here helped me understand when she showed me in the big mirror. Yuka isn't angry at mistress, and Yuka doesn't want mistress to delete the programming just for feeling guilty about making Yuka like Suki. Because Yuka and Suki are one person, and miko says not to tell you how until we get back."
"Shall we move in now?" Dahlia said to Jonas who only replied with a curt nod of his head.
The two persocoms, programmed solely to trace down any unique persocoms in the area, dropped down from the ancient tree. Both of them stood there glaring at the two with their matching red eyes, and black hair. It was easily traceable, the far more unique signals Yuka's programming gave off. Let alone double checking the BBS' for persocom makers had narrowed a lot of their search to the Los Angeles area. The moment they landed on the ground Yuka's blue eyed gaze snapped over towards her.
"Saori Macarthur, and Yuka," Jonas said. "Our master wishes to see both of you."