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Mon, Jun. 7th, 2004, 11:25 pm
grimarcher: A hopeful beginning to a story with Newman


Ordinary days come and go, and one never really realizes one at the center of one until it has passed, and something strange happens. It was thus unusual that Tobias was enjoying his ordinary day in full knowledge of its existence. His college classes for the day were cancelled, and he was at the tail end of a sandwich with a tall glass of milk, when he noticed a cat standing on the floor in front of him. The back door was open to let in a breeze, so it must have wandered in from outside. The funny thing was, the cat didn’t move like a cat. Cats are graceful beings; this one was awkward. It looked around curiously, and took another step, then looked directly into the Tobias’s eyes.
Come with me it seemed to say, but really didn’t. It turned around and headed out the door, looking at Tobias expectantly. Tobias complied, and followed the cat out to the backyard. One side of his backyard had two large cherry trees standing side by side. The Happy Couple, he called them. But today, all their branches and leaves were in an arc form, stretching to the ground. It was just large enough for Tobias to walk through. The cat strolled clumsily under the void created by the branches, and beckoned for Tobias to do the same. With a hefty portion of confusion, he did as the feline asked of him.
Instantly, he felt himself being tugged by the chest to the side. Pulled bodily through the trees, he was incorporeal. He passed through fences, houses, and cars until he reached a street corner in a nearby town. Tobias had passed through here a few times before – it was a small town, but with many technological firms in it, doing cutting edge manufacturing. Behind him was Sensorax, with genetic engineering, and across the street was MiniVibe, doing first generation nanotechnology.
The cat was at his feet, and he was wondering why he was here. His surroundings felt a little odd. Almost as though he was affecting the world with his eyeballs. If he turned to look somewhere else swiftly, it felt as though he left a rippling wake in whatever he looked at. And in his peripheral vision, the world seemed to stretch like the edges of a fisheye lens. Tobias felt very disconcerted by all of it.

Fri, Jun. 18th, 2004 01:57 pm (UTC)
ayte: erm...yeah. here you go. sorry for the wait.

Sandy sat in the quiet of her laboratory, sad and confused. The last three years has cost her her family, one month ago she'd lost her last. So while the rest of her coworkers, the company, the country celebrated victory over France, she sat alone in mourning.

When her mother died three years ago, she felt broken. She had holed herself up, rejecting the comfort and consolation offered her. She was 25. 25 year olds weren't supposed to lose parents. She lived for a while in the den, abandoning her husband, not returning her sister's phone calls. When she emerged again, it was a thing of necessity. Her mother had died just 3 months before becoming a grandmother (cancer does not understand timing). Sandy emerged from her isolation 8 months pregnant and in labor.

It had been a daughter, a beautiful girl with whispy blond hair and sky-blue eyes si common in infants in her family. Sandy herself had been born the same, though her eyes dulled to grey by 2 years, and now her hair was grey-flecked brown.

As a new mother she took more time from work and, to her husband's dismay, spoke almost exclusively with her daughter. He watched from the sidelines as his wife nurtured and loved his daughter. He knew his wife was on the edge, her grief just prior to bith put her in a dangerous place. Yet, while it was evident she was not alright, she loved her daughter wholely, and her husband saw she would never think to harm her.

And slowly they drifted apart. In action the split was sudden and complete, he mother's death sparked a great schizm in every part of her life, seperating her from all and all from her. In emotion, however, the decay was slower and heartwrenching. Her husband loved her strong and deeply, but such emotional isolation in combination with such physical proximity was deadly to their relationship. When she began speaking to him again, a year after her mother's death, he was a broken man. He was tired all the time, more often worried than happy. He was less productive at work (local branch of Sensorax) than he had ever been before, though now he spent more time there.

They never divorced. He just didn't come home one evening. She had shunned him for so long he found it easy to shun her. He slept in his lab for a week or two before moving into an apartment a block away from the complex.

Every time she saw him, she felt herself die again. She loved him. It was oainful, it was sharp, but none of it compared to the death she felt last month. Last month she had sent her daughter off to preschool. First day away from Mommy, and May had cried and smiled to see her leave. Little May of sunshine hair and sky-deep eyes. Little May who smiled no more, who cried her last in the hospital bed, still bleeding inside from the crush of the car, the stranger's rush and accident. Little May, too eager to find the other side, too fast across the street.

Sandra sobbed to herself, and breathed a ragger breath. She glared at the hypodermic, she reveled in the pain of the needle as it found a vein. Sandy worked at MiniVibe, specializing in bio-cleanup: little bots to render harmful biological substances harmless and inert. And now a handful of those bots spread themselves through her body at the same rate her blood did, at the same rate her adrenaline rushed through her organs. Each little bot, knowing its duty and its lifespan floated through her, waiting. Sandy stared at her watch, considered the 4 button key to her death.

Suicide by nanotech. The world' first, no doubt. MiniVibe prided itself on its firsts. Sandy laughed through the pain.

Her father had shot himself when she was 11. She had found him when he family returned from a day at the beach. She ran back to the living room to tell him of all the animals she'd seen, and the sailboats that skimmed the surface of a living sea. Sandy would never leave such a mess to be found, such a horror.

But she did not key in her death sequence. Sandy, somehow, seemed to wait.