A/N: WHEE! Oni ya became my official reader!! Err.. well I know that Kaldea ish more happy in that fic but it's because I want to write her "downward spiral into despair and sorrow" if you see what I mean... An' I know that I'm bad with grammar but I'm doing my best...

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The dairy of a Bionoid

...Chapter 5- Synthetic Reality ...

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The harsh and merciless sound kept ringing over and over in my head as if it had been reminder of my own second death. Once again I died and I could feel an other part of me being taken away but this time it seemed to be deeper within me.

A distant sound came to me, bringing me back from the darkness, it had a certain rhythm, a familiar rhythm. An hearth monitor.

My eyes shot open immediately adjusting to the dim light, I expected to find out an other white room but what greeted instead was the platform's park and distant lights that I saw through a bay window. I was in my room and the monitor laid on desk next to my bed. I slowly sat up the bed pulling out the needle from my arm, I felt even stranger than before, as if something else was inside me. The world around me was completely silent except from the distant siren sounds that came from the city below. As soon as my toe touched the floor the memory of Dauragon collapsed against the wall came back to me. I threw open the closet and pulled a weirdly designed beige colored dress, I quickly put it on and slipped into my old leather boots before tying my sash around my waist. I didn't care if the dress was quite revealing, I busted outside of the room and ran straight toward Dauragon's quarter with a swiftness and agility I never thought I had.

I stopped in front of the glass doors. He was there on the other side and talking to someone, he was alright. I let out a breath that I didn't know I held. Wondering with who he was talking I walked to side and eaves dropped in.

A blond head, the girl with the coat, Dominique. The conversation became more and more louder as it went on and soon enough the blond president turned away sharply from the young girl and left. Dominique on her side was sobbing uncontrollably before falling to her knees, crying all her heart out. I didn't felt nothing, no anger toward Dauragon nor pity or compassion for the blond teenager.

A cold hand rested on my left shoulder, startling me. I turned around to meet a yellow stare, the cyborg.

"You shouldn't interrupt." His in-human voice still sent down shivers in my spine. I nodded and walked away from the door.

I listened to him or should I say it and walked away. As we crossed the corridor I noticed that his hair shone as if they were made of steel. Even if he was more robot than human, what was left of him was still interesting.

"What's your name?" I asked casually.

"PD-4" he replied. I looked down upon hearing it, it sounded like a machine's type or something of the sort, I mentally cursed the Mikado corporation for it.

"Why 4?" I asked almost childishly, an other redeemer of Dominique. Yet another being that I hated in this new life and I knew very well that I would hate many things soon.

My companion's answer confirmed my doubts, he was the fourth of his kind and there was many others just like him, how awful must it be to know that you're not unique and that your dispensable. We reached the elevator and PD-4 pressed the button for an under-level, one of the factory's level. I raised my eyebrows as I watched the numbers light up toward ours as the elevator went up to the cyborg's demand.

"You don't need to follow me, I just wanted to warn about the.. well their conversation." He glanced shortly over his shoulder when he mentioned the "conversation" probably because he didn't Dauragon to hear it. Yet it was so human from him.

"What are you going to do?" I asked wanting to change the subject since I knew that it could cost a lot to him.

He was heading to his department since his duties were over. I smiled as an idea formed into my head, I stepped in front of the cyborg to block his path when the elevator's doors opened.

"Do you want to take a walk?" I asked, he was surprised it was only a glint of confusion that crossed his gaze. He agreed and we turned back, I followed him as he led me outside onto the plateau. We talked a lot, I learned many things that I would have never wanted to know but after all it was the truth, I couldn't do nothing beside accepting it. He wasn't a cyborg, he was the fourth clone of the first PD, the corporation was experimenting new ways to replace human organs. I was a major part of the project, I was a part of the project that would bring back Dominique to life. I involuntarily clenched my fists, one of the only person I disliked out of everyone, she had to be to one to inherit my life. It was my heart that was beating into her chest, this was why my emotions seemed to be vanished. I would no longer ride this roller coaster, they gave my life to Her.

When the sun was about to peer up from above the sea we both departed in different directions. I headed straight to my room, it seemed that the corporation never noticed that I was awake.I slipped by under the bed's chilling sheets and closed my eyes. The images of from the day came back flooding in, PD-4 electric yellow eye staring at me, Dominique and Dauragon yelling at each others. It wasn't normal that no scientist or nurse was there to observe me when I woke up. Something bigger than I thought probably just happened.

When I woke the clock laying next to the heart monitor showed 12:00. My grumbling stomach confirmed, it was noon and I was starving once again. I jumped out of bed and reached at the phone then dialled the service's number. I took a random plate and waited for it while I looked at the guards and trained dogs that ventured through the forest.

The soft knock on my door announced the meal, I ate my lasagne without my ceremony and passed on a black shirt along with jeans before heading out. The corridors were desert as always, I seriously started to wonder what I was supposed to do in this whole thing. It seemed that blacking out was most useful thing I didn't for years. I braced myself and headed toward the PDG's office. I turned around the corner and arrived once more before the doors, no one was arguing on the other side. Good thing. The doors opened by themselves and I stepped in.

"Morning." My greetings had lost their once joyous notes. Decidedly, the heart of a human was more important than I thought. Dauragon's head shot up from the newspapers, I surprised him maybe he wasn't waiting for me.

Though he regained his composure quickly.

"You are awake? I didn't know." He replied setting the Times aside of his desk. I nodded my head yes and fought the idea of replying a smart comment like "Not for real?!".

"What do I do?" I replied. He looked up at the high see-through ceiling as if it was going to answer me. He shook his head and shrugged. That was more than I could take. I shot up a menacing finger about to bite his blond head off but I controlled my temper. I opened my mouth about to start to yell at him but at the precise second someone busted inside the office behind me.

The guard bowed down before standing straight. "Sir, I..err.. We.. well.. D-dominique... left." The end of his sentence was nothing more than a small whimper but sadly from the soldier Dauragon understood properly. He stood slowly from his desk and walked up to the trembling soldier.

"Was it your fault?" his voice was surprisingly calm. The soldier nodded then crumbled to the floor. I blinked a few times and looked at the soldier laying on the ground, his neck was twisted in a weird angle. It took me a few seconds to understand that he was dead, Dauragon, within the blinking of an eye, broke his neck. I slowly started to back from the PDG, he turned around and looked at me as if nothing ever happened.

I half-bowed down quickly and was about to run out of the office, I was only at a few centimetres from the doors. A strong hand fell onto my shoulder and spun me around, his clear blue eyes where staring at mine.

"What is it?" he finally asked in a whisper without breaking the eye contact.

"You killed him." I replied looking away, I heard a soft laughter escape from Dauragon's lips. He grabbed the soldier's hand and twisted it in an abnormal way, it showed circuits.

"Those aren't human." He replied simply but it didn't ease my soul in anyway. I keep staring at the carpet for a moment before sighing.

"Nor am I anymore." I finally replied, I saw from the corner of my eye that Dauragon's half-smile faded.

"So that's why you came after all." His reply was more of a statement to himself than something else. I shook my head.

"I really did came to ask you what to do, not to yell at you. Well not this time." When I said that I was really starting to wonder if Dominique's disappearance. Dauragon turned sharply back to me, this time was apparent that he was furious.

"Then if you want so much to have something to do GO AND FIND HER!!" he yelled before exiting the room, once again I was left alone. I sat down of the office's floor and buried my face into my hands, I stayed there for a while fighting back the tears that the loneliness and the uselessness I felt summoned. No one was interested in me so I would leave. Still, I didn't even know how to get out but I still would get out, not to obey to Dauragon's order but to simply prove that I wasn't totally useless and then maybe I would have a place in this world.

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