xuanan
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A lone jet flew over the ruins of Moscow.
In this sleek, expertly-crafted American vehicle, Maria Wiley and her designated android were seated first-class. The jet was a black crow on the horizon, an admirer of the barren landscape that lay beneath. The sky blazed by the duo. Bleak television grey. Everything was washed out, as if it had been splashed with a mix of all the ugliest watercolors in the world onto an unforgiving canvas. Fat, heavy raindrops rolled down the window, pelting the plane with dull and remorseless thuds. They left their tracks. Perhaps they were the tearstains of a forgotten world. But Maria paid no mind to the world beyond the glass.
There was business to be dealt with on the ground, and the two would see to it that it was completed efficiently.
Sipping ice-cold coffee to match her equally numbed senses, Maria was startled by a crisp voice that made its way through the intercom. "Prepare for landing at Moscow Labor Force Base Two, District Nine. Maria Wiley, brace for deployment." Eyes unfocused and breathing steadily, her face transformed into a marbled white oval sculpture on a sleek pedestal. It was a remorseless expression, a steeled face that had suffered at the whim of superior beings. Wiley was a one-dimensional paper figure, a cutout as she fluttered over to a chair in a distant trance. She was more than willing to comply with the voice, considering how long the flight had been. She yearned to stretch her legs, to let out the pent-up energy that the coffee had so unceremoniously thrown upon her. But they would have to wait another few minutes. The files had already been put together hours beforehand, but Maria shuffled through them nervously nevertheless, kicking her heels against the back of the seat. They were stamped with a red seal of approval. She was an American agent now. This wasn't what she had been expecting, but it was enough, she supposed, to compensate for all the training that she had been forced to undergo. She cast a sidelong glance at the android beside her, completely and utterly deactivated. Lifeless and devoid of movement, the humanoid puppet slumped in its own first class seat like a drunken sailor.
She had not yet met her android partner. They'd spoken only briefly beforehand, and then she was shut off. Apparently the pressures of the jet long-term could cause some internal issues. In just a few minutes, she would be activated once again. Maria wasn't sure what to think of her. There was something eerily human about the older line of android agents that she couldn't quite pinpoint. Perhaps it was the emotion in their expressions, or the way they kept things in their memory in such sharp detail. It made them the ideal partner agent... the perfect partner agent, even.
At last the plane touched down and the android began to stir.
In this sleek, expertly-crafted American vehicle, Maria Wiley and her designated android were seated first-class. The jet was a black crow on the horizon, an admirer of the barren landscape that lay beneath. The sky blazed by the duo. Bleak television grey. Everything was washed out, as if it had been splashed with a mix of all the ugliest watercolors in the world onto an unforgiving canvas. Fat, heavy raindrops rolled down the window, pelting the plane with dull and remorseless thuds. They left their tracks. Perhaps they were the tearstains of a forgotten world. But Maria paid no mind to the world beyond the glass.
There was business to be dealt with on the ground, and the two would see to it that it was completed efficiently.
Sipping ice-cold coffee to match her equally numbed senses, Maria was startled by a crisp voice that made its way through the intercom. "Prepare for landing at Moscow Labor Force Base Two, District Nine. Maria Wiley, brace for deployment." Eyes unfocused and breathing steadily, her face transformed into a marbled white oval sculpture on a sleek pedestal. It was a remorseless expression, a steeled face that had suffered at the whim of superior beings. Wiley was a one-dimensional paper figure, a cutout as she fluttered over to a chair in a distant trance. She was more than willing to comply with the voice, considering how long the flight had been. She yearned to stretch her legs, to let out the pent-up energy that the coffee had so unceremoniously thrown upon her. But they would have to wait another few minutes. The files had already been put together hours beforehand, but Maria shuffled through them nervously nevertheless, kicking her heels against the back of the seat. They were stamped with a red seal of approval. She was an American agent now. This wasn't what she had been expecting, but it was enough, she supposed, to compensate for all the training that she had been forced to undergo. She cast a sidelong glance at the android beside her, completely and utterly deactivated. Lifeless and devoid of movement, the humanoid puppet slumped in its own first class seat like a drunken sailor.
She had not yet met her android partner. They'd spoken only briefly beforehand, and then she was shut off. Apparently the pressures of the jet long-term could cause some internal issues. In just a few minutes, she would be activated once again. Maria wasn't sure what to think of her. There was something eerily human about the older line of android agents that she couldn't quite pinpoint. Perhaps it was the emotion in their expressions, or the way they kept things in their memory in such sharp detail. It made them the ideal partner agent... the perfect partner agent, even.
At last the plane touched down and the android began to stir.