Chapter 1:2
He was finished with her, through.
It was nearly time to go away, to move on. To pack up his now mildew-saturated towel on the floor, his heavily-creased temporary attire, his frayed, month old toothbrush, complete with its coarse bristles only to scratch the enamel on his square, heavy-set dentition.
And how she wept as he packed his faded leather suitcase, cracked like his soul, Terra thought. Self-induced rain stumbled clumsily down her child-like face and moistened the very soul of her being. Her eyes misted and foggy, obscuring her vision like an early-morning swamp. She then felt compelled to vomit, and in addition to her tears made two streams, streams that branched and rooted across her sorrow expression before falling on her ample thighs, tucked close to the original spout in her imitation of a much younger self.
She laid there, on top of a mattress bursting with coiled springs, each protruding into her already weighted-down shoulders. The place she was discovered, cultivated, grown. Haven took her as a lifeless seed and nursed her to a limp sprout. Why? Why had he not left her to die? She traced the corner of the double-size, raised from folded fabric, with her calloused fingertips. She was interrupted by a weathered label. Tattered with age, it read EDEN. What was that short for? PrecEDENcy? Being on the mattress was far more important than Terra herself, and now the long-anticipated reaction of the spring pad releasing its fury left a damaged heart. Then again, perhaps it stood for sEDENtary, as that is how she was on the day of rest, unmoving. It was mocking her.
It was mocking her with the same intensity as the small box looming in the corner, as things in the corner usually do. It labeled itself as 99% accurate, therefore 99% of your fate sealed. Ninety-nine percent good, or ninety-nine percent evil. It all depends on the situation. But everyone that had ever been in Terra's state of affairs would agree that that box in that corner provided an ever-blossoming tree of life-changing knowledge.
Two products of fertilization, cultivated in the garden of EDEN, implanted and grew.