AN: I'm going in number order of the Cyborgs so here is 003.
The hatch door hissed open, and 003 climbed out. She was cradling 001 in her arms. 002 didn't notice her until she spoke.
"Are you alright 002?" He didn't look at her. The water still owned his gaze.
"I'm fine, just thinking about what my life used to be." His words sent her thoughts back to her own past...
"Wonderful Françoise!" Masseur Beaumont applauded as Françoise curtsied.
"Merci!"
"The recital is tomorrow, so rest up and don't waste your energy!"
"Alright Masseur." She gathered up her things and left the dance academy. Breathing in the fresh air, she started toward the boarding house in which she lived. When she reached her room she collapsed on the bed and sighed happily. Masseur Beaumont had told her that a major ballet company in France had chosen her to dance for them. Her eyes closed and she suddenly became aware of how tired she was. Soon she fell asleep, with out a care in the world. She dreamed she was the prima ballerina for the ballet company, and her whole family was there. Her parents were alive again, and her brother was proudly clapping. The sun sank below the horizon, and Françoise slept well through the night.
She squinted, and turned over as the morning light arrived. A few hours later she jerked awake.
"Jean Paul!" She hurriedly pulled on a dress and shoes. "Ohhhh! I'm going to be late!" Tugging a brush through her hair, she grabbed a sweater with her other hand. She dropped the brush on the floor and carefully put on a headband.
"Where are you off to Miss Arnoul?" An elderly woman asked as she ran down the stairs.
"I'm going to the Airport Claries. My brother is coming for a visit and I'm supposed to meet his plane!" Françoise called back over her shoulder. Slowing to a walk, she put on her sweater and started down the sidewalk towards the airport. 'I hope Jean Paul had a good flight!' she thought. An obsidian car drove by, but then slowed to a crawl. It rolled a long beside her. The window rolled down and a man with dark sunglasses poked his head out.
"Hey beautiful do you need a lift?" Françoise stopped and glanced at the car. She sniffed and continued walking.
"No thank you."
"Come on you'll get tired walking!"
"That's fine with me. A little fatigue never hurt anyone." The man still persisted.
"Are you sure?"
"Quite sure. Now if you're done I'd like to walk without some strange creepy man following me."
"Just grab her." The driver said softly to the man. He jumped out and grabbed her as soon as the car had screeched to a stop. She gasped and struggled. Anger and fear coursed through her as the man chuckled at her feeble attempt at freedom. He put a white cloth to her nose and mouth. It reeked of some chemical unknown to her. Her muscles relaxed as another strange man with sunglasses got out of the car and helped him place her inside...
003 rocked 001 back and forth in her arms, the corners of her mouth turned down in a frown. She had cried the first time she had ever remembered her past. She had reminisced about her past so much that she had gotten used to the idea of being nothing more than a machine. Sighing, she looked out to the sea. The billowing waves easing her every pain.
Ok 004 is next!