“Goodnight, Blue.”
“Goodnight.” Blue’s eyes close and she’s suddenly dead to the world. I could say anything, or even scream and she would have no idea. Not that I’m going to of course, it’s just really interesting how instantly she can do it.
I can’t just stand here pondering her all night. I hit the button to turn her off, grab my bag and start dragging myself upstairs. My body is so much heavier than it used to be. I wonder how long I can actually keep doing this for?
“Kara!” A voice pulls out of my thoughts.
I suddenly find myself already outside, cool morning air on my skin and the first hints of light on the horizon. An endless flat expanse of dry desert shrubs stretches out to the horizon just outside of the military base gates. I need to make sure I’m literally anywhere else when I die.
A slightly familiar face approaches . I’ve definitely talked to him plenty of tis when leaving, but I’ll be damned if I rember his na.
“You look fucking awful. Are you actually going ho today?” He asks with concern. My condition is no secret to the people in the base.
“Yeah, I’m out of clothes and ds. I’ll be back in a few hours.”
“Kara, for the love of god, take a week off.” He practically begs .
“I can’t. We had a big breakthrough in the lab. I have to be there.”
“I’m not just going to sit here while you commit a slow suicide.” He steps out in front of , blocking my way out of the base.
“Do you want to go ho or not? Move.” I don’t have ti for this. I could still take him in a fight, but my knuckles still haven’t healed since the last ti I hit soone. Plus, I’m not sure how many more fights I can get into without being fired.
After a few tense monts he thankfully steps aside. The rest of the walk to my car goes peacefully. I get lost in my own thoughts on the drive.
Maybe he’s right, a break would probably do well. Blue needs soone in the lab to vouch for her though. Finn’s going to be the only good influence she has if I’m not there, and he’s not good at confrontation. Simon only cares about the chip he made, and Jared is just trying to get promoted. I’m not sure either of them see her as alive. And Mary’s going to be back eventually, and that’s going to be a disaster. No, I have to be there.
I find myself pulling into the parking lot of my favorite hobby shop just after sunrise. A good 60% of Blue’s body cos from this place. The original plans for her were entirely designed around the stock here, but I couldn’t say no to so military exclusive upgrades. The place is already open, Bill has just as bad a schedule as I do.
“Is that you Kara?” A half asleep middle aged man with a half empty pot of coffee calls from behind the counter.
“Morning Bill.”
Before I can head deeper into the store he rushes around the counter to give a hug.
“It’s always good to see you! How’s your body going?”
I’m under an NDA to not talk about it of course, but what are they going to do? Fire ? Arrest ? I’m the only one with Blue’s blueprints. Besides, I would never have been able to make it without him.
“It’s not my body anymore, but it’s working flawlessly. I just need so costic changes.”
“Finally give up on living forever?” He almost sounds surprised.
“I’ve got sothing bigger than just to work on now.”
I step around him and head deeper into the store. I’ve been here enough tis that I could find everything I need with my eyes closed. One thin sheet of aluminum, a resistance based touch sh, a second, thicker sheet of aluminum, and a thin silicone sheet. Plus a few screws, tiny motors, and thin tal rails. I have everything collected and on the checkout counter within minutes of heading in.
“Want to know the price this ti?” Bill asks as he scans everything.
“You know I don’t.” Money doesn't matter anymore. If I go into debt, who cares? There’s nobody left to pay for it once I’m gone.
“Alright. Good luck.” He hands the bag full of items. I know he ans more than just with Blue.
“Thanks. You too.”
Next I make the short drive ho. I just need to make a quick stop. My house looms over as soon as I enter the neighborhood. Every light is off, and the blinds are drawn. It sits, frozen in ti. mories of better days threaten to flood my mind. In and out. Real quick.
I open the door to my disaster. Half finished projects lie all over the room, buried by trash. Missing posters replace the once carpet floor. Dishes are piled high in the sink, threatening to topple at any mont.
I can’t even rember the last ti I tried to clean this place. Sorry to whoever moves in here after . My bedroom isn’t any better. Dirty clothes are piled high in the corner, my closet only has a few clean clothes remaining hanging in it. I grab them all and shove them into my backpack.
Next I step into the bathroom. Empty pill bottles are strewn across the countertop. I catch my reflection in the shattered mirror. I really do look like hell. Whatever. I just need to keep moving, make it through one day at a ti. I throw another dozen different pill bottles into my bag and knock back one of each. I head out, throwing a sandwich in my bag as I go.
One last stop to make. It’s a half hour drive, but it’s the only place worth going. Traffic is nearly at a standstill most of the ride, people stuck in their endless morning commute. How much ti have I wasted stuck in traffic in my life? I take the backroads, quiet, peaceful. Sleepy buildings fly by in an instant.
In the blink of an eye and forever driving, I arrive at my destination. My eventual final destination. Not today though. I head into the graveyard, guilt weighing down more and more every step. Finally I arrive at Jessica’s grave.
“Hey kid. Sorry I haven’t been around the past few days. Work’s been crazy. I hope you haven’t missed .” I let my tears finally flow and sit down on my future grave, right next to hers. I pull out the sandwich, a simple ham and cheese. I never liked ham, but it was always her favorite. Like always, I place half on her grave and begin to eat.
I open my mouth to start speaking, only to choke on my words several tis. What is there to say? I’ve begged, pleaded, yelled, bargained, poured my heart out. None of it brought her back. Finally I settle on sothing simple.
“I wonder if you could have ever forgiven .”
Just then, a small squirrel sneaks their way up beside , carefully reaching for Jessica’s sandwich. I stay stone still while the squirrel begins to take the smallest bites.
“Did you send them?” I ask Jessica. The squirrel, miraculously, barely even flinches when I speak. I’m even able to rip a bit of my sandwich off and hand it to the little creature. “Thank you.” I can barely whisper the words without choking on my own emotions. By the ti I’ve recovered the squirrel is full and long gone.
“Our project at work finally worked. She’s sentient and stable. Well, more stable compared to the last two. She’s about on par with B-8, but we have no idea why she didn’t keep deteriorating after the most recent reset. I don’t think we changed anything. Anyway, she’s in my body now. Didn’t even have that many problems adapting, other than the crippling dysphoria she’s trying to pretend is fine. I’m sure Simon would just brush my question off if I asked him why. I’ll let you know if I learn anything though.”
I wait there in silence, willing for any kind of response. Of course nothing cos. I’d give anything to hear her voice again, for her last words to to be anything else, to not have them replaying in my head every ti I close my eyes.
“I think you would have liked her.” I take the last bite of my sandwich and stand up. “Alright kid, I’ve got to go get chewed out for the modifications I made to Blue. And the further modifications I’m going to do tonight. Don’t get into any trouble, wherever you are.”
I leave the graveyard feeling a little lighter than when I walked in.
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