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Of Spare Parts (and their echoes)
[o]veractive
As they make their way through the grove, pushing long-overgrown vines from their path, a figure appears off in the distance. They pause, Pods silently scanning.
"No life signs detected." The report is uncomfortable for them both- the Pods never used to say life.
Gripping each others' palms, they step forward into a clearing, looking at the crumpled figure; twin braids flying apart, strands breaking free of their constraints.
2B reaches down, brushing the silver hair out of dull eyes- gasps- steps back.
They leave the clearing as fast as possible, away from the dismembered Operator 6O, hollowness echoing where her cheery voice used to be.