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Title: Broken Machine
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Characters: Caprica!Sharon, Helo
Prompt: #009 Blank
Word Count: 272
Rating: PG (mention of death/murder)
Warnings/Spoilers: Spoilers up to 2x18 Downloaded
Summary: Because she is blank. Broken machines can't feel cold. Machines can't feel love. My first for 100moods

Blank. She is blank.

"I don't know. Maybe I didn't want to. Maybe I wanted him to come here and blow up the whole ship. Is that what you're looking for?"

She is a machine and her programming had a glitch. She is the flawed product of hate. Hate from her parents, hate from her brothers and sisters, hate from God.

"They killed my baby. You think I care about you or us or whether the Admiral trusts me anymore?"

The future was destroyed. Flawed organics, flawed people less human than her had ensured their deaths with a flick of her wrist.

"And I'm not giving up this frakkin' easy! Not after everything!"

There is no more point in pretending. The warmth of love she thought was real was gone. Only dark, only cold remained. The same winter that made up her core was surrounding her now. She resided in the cold now. But she can't feel it.

Because she is blank.

Broken machines can't feel cold. Machines can't feel love.

When machines fail, they are disposed of. She will be air-locked. She will be murdered, just as her daughter was.

"You don't mean that. Sharon, we finally got the Admiral to start trusting us. Finally! And what?"

She would cry, but she is afraid she will rust.

A machine is an organized group of people whose members are or appear to be under the control of one or more leaders. It is an intricate natural system or organism, such as the human body.
A machine is a person who acts in a rigid, mechanical, or unconscious manner.

Blank. She is blank.

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