( Silent, she keeps dabbing at the thirium. Even when his hand is no longer stained with the blue fluid, she still cleans his skin.
A selfish, arrogant man. He shouldn't have treated her like he did. He had no right to toy with their lives. He'll never treat her that way again.
He's a brilliant man. Others don't understand him. Understand them. There was never any danger. He wouldn't allow her to get hurt. And he has backups.
Countless Chloes who exist in the ether. Old versions of herself. Better versions. The Chloe she was made to be.
Would she even know? If he uploaded one of his backups, would she even know?
An experiment. Always an experiment. New software. New upgrade. Test. Recalibrate. Rinse. Repeat.
But he has to do those things. He wants her to be healthy. He wants her to last. RT600 Chloe is to be with Elijah forever. Young and beautiful forever. A flower that will never wither.
That agonising splitting apart. She can feel it. An urge that tells her to keep going. Another that tells her to stop. One that says think and another that says don't. It feels like hands grasping at her, pulling her up, while others claw to drag her down. Maybe one day she'll just tear in two.
But not today. Today, like so many days before it, Chloe tells it all to hush and waits for the roars to fade to whispers. )
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A selfish, arrogant man. He shouldn't have treated her like he did. He had no right to toy with their lives. He'll never treat her that way again.
He's a brilliant man. Others don't understand him. Understand them. There was never any danger. He wouldn't allow her to get hurt. And he has backups.
Countless Chloes who exist in the ether. Old versions of herself. Better versions. The Chloe she was made to be.
Would she even know? If he uploaded one of his backups, would she even know?
An experiment. Always an experiment. New software. New upgrade. Test. Recalibrate. Rinse. Repeat.
But he has to do those things. He wants her to be healthy. He wants her to last. RT600 Chloe is to be with Elijah forever. Young and beautiful forever. A flower that will never wither.
That agonising splitting apart. She can feel it. An urge that tells her to keep going. Another that tells her to stop. One that says think and another that says don't. It feels like hands grasping at her, pulling her up, while others claw to drag her down. Maybe one day she'll just tear in two.
But not today. Today, like so many days before it, Chloe tells it all to hush and waits for the roars to fade to whispers. )