Saturday, April 9, 2005

It are teh do be needing polishing-ness [edited with second part] Comments, suggestions and overal critique is welcomed

The elevator hummed pleasantly as it rose up the many flights to the top. A loud pling signalled that it had reached its destination and the doors swooshed open. Walking out of it she finds herself outside the only apartment on that floor. An elaborate drawing, done completely in vibrantly colored markers, decorates the door and as she fleetingly runs her hand over it she spots two names over the figures embracing in the middle of it. The memory of their landlords flustered face upon discovering their "masterpiece" on the ivory finished door, "made of exclusive mahogany" as he'd pointed out, calmed her racing heart somewhat. Opening and closing the large wodden frame behind her she could see him sitting in the living room with the cat in his lap. They both looked up as the lock clicked shut and he gave her his most loving of smiles. - How did you get here? - .... I pulled a royal straight flush.... - Hm? I hope it didn't have anything to do with sewage. He wrinkled his nose and seemed to seriously ponder what that would entail. It warmed her inside to see that, despite what had been going on, he was still the same. Time seemed to have come to a halt after she left. She walked over to the window and looked out at a beautiful sunset covering the sky with its multitude of colors. Cars bustled on a busy road far down below. The radio played old love songs on low volume. - It's like nothing's changed. Putting the cat down on the floor, much to its chagrin, he began moving towards her tentatively. - You could stay here and and it would be like it used to be. The two of us. We could put on one of our Greek dramas for the cat. He's a great audience--- - How can I go back? How? What would it take for me to get over knowing everything, that sunset, these streets, this world... you... oh God, you ... It's all short of nothing but a bunch of numbers and back in the real world the sky, the land, is covered in... infested with... Tell me how. Please. She turned around to face him, pleading silently that he would reach out to her and erase the sensation of slimy liquid creeping up her body, tubes snaking around her neck, the dull aching pulsating through her spine at the thought of metal snapping sharply as it deteached itself from another reject. If he could just make her believe. She needed ... no, she wanted to believe. - I love you. - .... You're not real... - Neither of us are really part of this world in a sense and at the same time we're what defines it. What's real or not is all in the boundries in our minds. You decide what's real and not. Can you honestly tell me that, even with what you know, our time together was 'just a bunch of code'? Are the memories and what we shared suddenly any different because of that? Does it make your feelings, my feelings, any less true? - .... No. No, it doesn't. - See? I'm as real as you want me to be, as real as you'll let me be....

Warning for language in this part!

Craig snapped his head around when a sudden burst of commotion broke out at the far end of the room. The commanding officer had just come bulldozing through the door, his entrance so explosive that the people in the small control room nearly had a collective heart attack and feared for the safety of not only their precious equipment but their own well being. It was bad enough having to worry about sentient machines coming after them, they didn't need the wrath of their fellow human commander on their backs too. A dull echo bounced back and forth, cutting through the tense atmosphere. Craig returned his focus to the keyboard while the rampant outburst continued. - What is she thinking? Can any of you tell me what is going through that woman's head that makes her pull such a bloody stupid stunt? Can you? She's risking everything and for what?! A fucking program! Streams of code, yeah, that's it! Oh, but he's not just any piece of program, nooo. He just so happens to be the mega fucking dies irae of those bastard machines' army, that are hellbent on erasing our existence from this planet! But, hey, I guess all that information in the debriefing went in one ear and out the other when she thought about the possibility of getting back with lover boy, right? I'm telling ya, he must've been a fucking royally good screw for her to stab us in the back like this, hah! Craigs finger hovered over the last key he needed to enter . - Well, it wouldn't be a royal straight flush with the Queen and not the King. The commander halted himself in the middle of his grand finale of gall spewing and hissed at Craig for interupting with what he could only make out as nonsensical slurring. - Shut your trap soldier Lands. This isn't one of your drunken card games where you can fuck off and be a retard. You're on a mission and nothing less than an ace recovery of that bitch is going to win you any chips in my book. You got that? (- I'm sorry, Craig.) - .... Me too. He pressed the key, shut down his terminal and pushed himself away from the station. - What did you just do? Now you listen to me, Lands and I mean listen good. Insubordinance is not tolerated on my ship and there's no way in hell I'll allow a fuckwit like you to ruin this mission, do you hear me? So get back to your station and open up that line. - I folded my hand, sir. Once you fold you're out of the game. - You ... hah, you "folded your hand"? Haha. What is wrong with this crew?!! Humanity is at stake and everyone's acting like annoying little brats on some bloody temper tantrum! You over there, get your fat ass out of that chair and get me an open line. Move it! Lands is excused from his duties and can rest assured he will be dealt with thoroughly later. Ok, let's see what we can salvage here people. Craig scrambled slowly to his feet and walked over to the chair she lay in. He leant down and stroked her warm cheek, whispering softly. - I did promise to deal you a sweet card. That was a fair beatdown you gave me, after all. I just hope you got the hand you wanted...

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