Of Spare Parts (and their echoes)

by Faulty Paragon

2B and 9S, on a journey to find meaning in a world which no longer holds purpose, told in alphabetized snapshots. Post-game, spoiler heavy.

10. Chapter 10

Of Spare Parts (and their echoes)

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"Pod, I don't see the point-"

"Human records cite this as an extremely influential movement in the turn of the twentieth century."

2B sighs, crossing her arms, wedging herself in the corner. Pod whirs, then the speakers begin to play music- static-filled, tinny music, but there's something so jovial about it.

9S takes her by surprise, however, as he swoops in, grabs a hand, pulls her to her feet. His hand rests on her waist outside the bulky coat; he leads her, twirling around the room.

She splutters, red, dazed. He laughs, dancing, as snow falls outside the building.