The whir of her mechanical heart was
Elle could hear every pump of oil, every turn of the gears, every
soft 'breath' of simulated oxygen escaping her faux pores. She
tried her best to ignore these little things and enjoy the sight of the
rising sun, but her mind was
constantly grappling with so many
topics. If she wasn't questioning her own existence, she was
questioning what she was. The rays of the sun
touched her skin- or
at least, what looked and felt like skin- but she felt no warmth
enter her body. There were distinct memories of
a different life, a
different time, yet they all took place in a body just like this. It
hurt her head to think to hard about much
of anything. Perhaps
that was on purpose.
"Why did you bring me here?" She asked the man, looking him up
amd down with gleaming emerald eyes. Red hair framed her slim
face, her features pretty but not in a tupical full, girl-ish way. The
man put a
hand to the top of her head, her mind recognizing it as a
comforting touch, and yet in her stomach she felt such dread.
"Why, to let you see the world, of course."
He replied, moving to turn her head to look back at the city. She
felt him begin to toy with her hair, putting it up in vsrying styles.
Her brows slightly pinched together, not understanding what he
meant. She had been here once before, years ago, and she
remembered that. She remembered everything. The last time she
had had just as many questions for him, and yet he had seemed
angry that she challenged the world he showed her. Even if it
hadn't truly been a challenge. Elle had never been allowed to step
this patio again. Not until today.
"But why? I saw the world once, I could tell you everything I saw
down to the smallest detail."
"Yes my dear girl, but the world changes. Your world is changing.