vee kneeled haphazardly onto the cool tiled floor of the facility, pressing the lifeless corpse of what was once her companion against her cold metal chest plate.
weakly bringing up her metallic hand, vee caressed the fractured ammonite’s form. the android ran her fingers of steel through the faint cracks, smearing the nearly dry stains of ichor on the shell.
all she could hear were the sounds of shelly’s dreaded screams lingering in her head
she wanted to cry. to have her tears stain the torn and ragged apron of her lover
to feel the mere warmth of shelly’s presence
but robots can’t do that.
machines weren’t made to grieve, and so she wasn’t any different.
her artificiality made her feel like a prisoner behind bars, with a key to her cell far enough to be out of her reach; however not close enough to obtain the sweet feeling of triumph.
she’s gone
maybe in another universe
but why not this one?