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despitethenora) wrote2022-02-13 03:50 pm
despitethenora) wrote2022-02-13 03:50 pm
Memories: Full Stop, The Medical Option
CW - suicide
Memory: Full Stop
There was so much in the ruins, buried, only exposed through a cave. Little Aloy wanders it wondering at the stalagmites, the lingering lights the Focus shows her of the facility's screens. The desiccated remnants of ancient bodies are scattered. And the Focus highlights one body, helpfully takes the initiative of downloading the last file on the man’s device. A fuzzy voice plays in her ear:
I saw them lining up in the community room... like cattle in a slaughterhouse, but smiling at each other... Chana handing out meds like being alive is just some kind of... pain to be eased. Well... not me. I don't want to go quiet. I don't want to go quiet. I don't want to trail off. I want a period at the end of my life sentence, not an ellipses. Hell, an exclamation mark. So if that upsets whoever finds this, too bad. I don't owe anyone anything anymore. [gunshot, and a thump.]
Memory: The Medical Option
A hum, as Aloy’s Focus scans yet another device, scrapes up and loads the data contained within. And momentarily, a man’s voice speaks in her ear, hazy in the recording.
...But the alternative...? Nothingness. For there to have been all this, and then... nothing. And with Charles Ronson running the show - I respect him, he's got a passion to him, he's hot-blooded. So I said I'll do it. I'll put my all into this, literally, when the project is done I'll take the medical option, thank you. Counselor said I might change my mind, I told him that he didn't know me very well, then. For life's sake, I'll do the dirty work, but I want no part of this pathetic, attenuated future on offer. I'm an outdoors man. Never did like the feel of solid-state lighting on my skin, and... a wee bit of a claustrophobe, anyway.
Memory: Full Stop
There was so much in the ruins, buried, only exposed through a cave. Little Aloy wanders it wondering at the stalagmites, the lingering lights the Focus shows her of the facility's screens. The desiccated remnants of ancient bodies are scattered. And the Focus highlights one body, helpfully takes the initiative of downloading the last file on the man’s device. A fuzzy voice plays in her ear:
I saw them lining up in the community room... like cattle in a slaughterhouse, but smiling at each other... Chana handing out meds like being alive is just some kind of... pain to be eased. Well... not me. I don't want to go quiet. I don't want to go quiet. I don't want to trail off. I want a period at the end of my life sentence, not an ellipses. Hell, an exclamation mark. So if that upsets whoever finds this, too bad. I don't owe anyone anything anymore. [gunshot, and a thump.]
Memory: The Medical Option
A hum, as Aloy’s Focus scans yet another device, scrapes up and loads the data contained within. And momentarily, a man’s voice speaks in her ear, hazy in the recording.
...But the alternative...? Nothingness. For there to have been all this, and then... nothing. And with Charles Ronson running the show - I respect him, he's got a passion to him, he's hot-blooded. So I said I'll do it. I'll put my all into this, literally, when the project is done I'll take the medical option, thank you. Counselor said I might change my mind, I told him that he didn't know me very well, then. For life's sake, I'll do the dirty work, but I want no part of this pathetic, attenuated future on offer. I'm an outdoors man. Never did like the feel of solid-state lighting on my skin, and... a wee bit of a claustrophobe, anyway.