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.

11. Chapter 11

Of Spare Parts (and their echoes)

[k]aleidoscope

Icicles glitter in the sunlight, dripping, hanging off the husk of the Goliath Biped hunched over before them. A pool of oil surrounds it, surface shimmering with rainbow-like hues.

2B looks at the deadened creature, eyebrows knitted.

9S peers worriedly up into her face. "Is something wrong?"

Her eyes remain transfixed upon those lifeless eyes, imagining 9S's voice coming from its external speakers, just like back then. 9S doesn't remember ever being in that machine- her fingers around his throat had ensured that.

She doesn't respond, walking away, feeling the dead eyes accusing her of sins she wishes she could forget.