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Zane wasn’t sure how to feel.
Betrayed, maybe?
The blueprints lay on the floor, still coated with dust from years of unuse. A handmarking clears the side, devoid of fingerprints. Vaguely he can hear the scurries of wild animals running through the walls and over his head.
The house feels more alive than he is.
It was odd, this sensation. He could feel, but only on the inside. His face remained the same blank stare. If he moved he would creak like cogs in a machine. Well- not ‘like’ a machine.
He was a machine. Still is.
His face is outlined perfectly on the blue tinted paper, drips of coffee scattered across its edges. There were loopy lettered notes dotted along the margins, full of technical babble and excitement for his construction.
His Construction. This wasn’t too odd, all things considered, It gave him benefits no human could ever have. His uneed for food, water, or air should've given it away by now. Besides, everyone is constructed, inside or out of the body.
He was normal.
Crows caw and peck on the front door, begging to find any release from relentless cold outside. Winter had come quickly, tearing through animal burrows and nests. Kai had been restless lately with the frost, He should be sure to prepare extra blankets when they return home.
Before he even realized his legs mechanically moved him towards the bed. Sheets wrinkled in a pattern of folds, outlining the shape of a man who’d layed there. Someone important to him. Someone he now remembers.
How could he forget someone so important? His creator? His Father?
Replaying the weeks leading up to his death were natural for his brain, recalling in
detail the intricate moments he so aptly forgot. The weak hands. The pale, plasticy skin. The eyes sinking deeper and deeper within his skull.
Maybe he never should have remembered. He has a whole life now. A Family. He didn’t want to remember.
The crows crack through the front door, wood already decayed over time.
Yes, he didn’t need these memories after all.