He doubles over from this indescribable comclomerate of emotion. His brain feels likes it's working in overdrive, trying to get a hold of everything that's being implanted into his head.
That red glow in his eyes returns. His fingers dig into his scalp, while his nails leave crescent marks in his skin.
"...Ah... stop..."
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More and more. It just doesn't stop. So, with all the strength he can muster up from the recesses of his overwhelmed form, A forces himself to approach it, yet he trips, and almost falls flat onto it, only barely saving himself by planting his palm on the cold ground below the pair. He looks it in the eyes defiantly, before raising his fist.
THUD.
A's knuckles collide with its jaw, and its head is yanked to the side by the force of the hit.
THUD.
Another one, and the side of its head is pressed harder into the muddy floor beneath it. A can feel the android's invading mind fade, yet he continues nonetheless. His body re
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A warning appears in his vision, telling him to stop, and even though his body feels sluggish, weakened, he doesn't do as told. If this is anger, then it's consumed his being. How could this thing invade his brain, make him listen to what he didn't ask to hear, make him see things he doesn't wamt to hear? It doesn't deserve such a right.
Blood coats his flesh and skin, red just like a human's, flung around by the savagery of his pathetic flurry.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of constant attack after attack, A clasps his hands together, interlocking his fingers before raising them above his head. With a silent glare, he lowers both fists onto its head, and finally, all falls silent between them. No more constant buzzing, no more voice in his head, no more images... no more 'love'.
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A message appears in the top left of his vision, just like the others, telling him something. His memory was filled up more, that empty space being replaced with what the android held within itself.
Standing up, his gaze remains locked onto its eyes, silently contemplating, processing what had just happened.
And then his gaze lifts. His eyes wander more, trying to grasp his situation better. The even that just took place just raised his awareness. He's not safe in this place. He needs to leave.
Around the perimeter of the junkyard, there is a large, approximately three meters tall fence of steel bars, wet under the influence of the rain pouring down onto everything in sight.
There don't seem to be many lights around that are open. As a matter of fact, the only light that really shines on this godforsaken place are the city lights, yet it's from far, far away. He can hardly hear its bustling life from here, and the lit-up night sky, peppered with holographic displays of the most popular brands in the world, doesn't add to any ethereal beauty it may have.
Yet still, it is somewhat... beautiful. In its own right, it's beautiful. Maybe not ethereal or mystical, but a grandiose feeling of size, one that dwarves everything around, drowns everything around in its endless display of shining colours that beg to be reflected in your eyes.
And the buildings that tower towards the sky make for the center view of it all, the object of attention that stands presented towards any onlooker. Dozens of them, all put nicely together, veiled by the darkness of the night sky.
A finds himself entranced by the sight to behold. It's something he's never cared nor gotten the chance to care about until now. He wants to see more of it. He starts to wonder if this is what it feels like to be alive.
Slowly, but surely, A approaches the fence. Reaching out with the tip of his fingers, he finds that it's not electrized. How lucky for him, but then again, why would anyone want to break into an android junkyard? This place is only filled with broken scraps and hunks o' junk.
With one hand he reaches out, his fingers curling gently around the tough bars of steel, slipping in between the spaces. Then, without warning, he pulls himself up against it. A's other arm moves to grip a bar higher than the first, yet it's hard. His body is refusing his wishes. He lifts harder, yet still can't move any higher.
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Ah. He's already hit his limit. This is all he can do as he is.
"...No..."
He wants to get out, but just like any other pile of garbage here, he's stuck. His thoughts race for the finish line, wanting to see which can pop into his brain as a 'good' idea first.
"...I will not..."
He tries to lift himself up again, yet...
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Who is he fighting against, that is so powerful? Is this his body telling him to accept his fate? To watch his self degrade and turn into a mere nothing? After everything? After that woman betrayed him? After losing it all? He doesn't want to stay here. That's not his definition of a perfect self.
...It can't sit right with him.
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The Machinations Of Greed
FanfictionOnce upon a time, there was a lonely robot who had no-one but shackles and chains holding its arms, so... he wanted more.
