Well, I don't think it's as strong as some of them have been, but I really like it, and I don't believe in wasting a drabble (I write em in less then ten and it takes ya less than two to read em. If it ain't spectacular, who cares?)
Anyway, onward and forward.
"Are you a cyborg?"
The question was blunt and surprising, and when she looked around, the only person that could have asked it was an older woman sitting beside her on the subway. For a moment, Motoko seriously considered ignoring the question, but before she could stop it, the words "Yes, I am," had slipped from her mouth.
"Why?"
She gave the woman an annoyed glance, but again her mouth acted without the consent of her mind. "A plane crash when I was younger; it was full cybernetics or death."
"Why did you choose such an unnatural life beside natural death?"
Motoko sighed. "I didn't have a choice," she said quietly.
"I see. Then will you remain immortal the rest of your days?"
This time, Motoko smirked. "Could anyone really be immortal? The body is not the only thing that decays as time goes on. Eventually, I will die."
The woman hummed for a moment, "For your sake," she finally said, "I hope so. There is more to this world than the island of mortal life; one day we must all ask and answer the question 'where does this ocean go?'"
Motoko looked down to see a yen note being offered to her from the woman's shriveled hands. "Here," she said, "to help you pay to keep up that body of yours; may it serve you better than this flesh and blood that I carry."
"No, thank you," she murmured, looking out the window as the train slowed and Aramaki came into view, "I have a sponsor."
She exited quickly, missing the old woman's gentle smile.
Semi-inspired by the song 'Where Does This Ocean Go?' on the first OST. It's my favorite, and the title is inscribed on my iPod (nerd? Me? NEVAR!).