My eyes open and I am blinded by the familiar bright light bouncing off of the white wall of my room. Automatically I start up the system scan checking for any errors that may have occurred but thankfully I find none. I change out of my lavender coloured night clothes and into my grey dress with a purple lining. I've never quite agreed with the colour purple, it never seems quite like it's made up its mind, it pauses and switches between red and blue. I quickly undo my hair from its braid that I wear it in at night and brush it out so it hangs freely by my shoulders. I lean forward to examine my reflection but my thoughts are interrupted by the speaker cracking "I have a few new puzzles and questions for you to solve this morning" a mans voice says. I tilt my head and beam brightly "can't wait"
I start my laptop up and begin to work my way methodically through the puzzles and questions laid out for me. It's the same thing every day, I know they want to make me think creatively and these tests are meant to prove that I can. I tilt my head and frown "finding this question difficult" the man asks. I shake my head "no but I thought that if I am to act more human it wouldn't hurt to look as if I'm stuck" I state. I go back to working at the laptop, the keys tapping out an unpredictable rhythm as I type in each answer. Before i know it I've gotten through all the questions, I look up to the whiteboard for my score and time. It flickers there for a moment '100%, 2 hours 5 minutes'. I lean back in the chair "you're a little slower than normal, any reason for that?" The voice asks. I shake my head "to act human is to take my time" I mumble defensively.
I have an two hour break to enjoy so I pick up my needle work from yesterday, I run my fingers over each and every carefully planned stitch "what's it like?" I ask. The speaker crackles "what's what like eve" he questions. I glare at the needle and prick it against my unfeeling hand "to make a mistake". There an uncomfortable pause that lasts 5.7 seconds "I don't know how to describe it, frustrating I guess? What's it like not to make a mistake" he inquires curiously. A perfect drop of my blue 'blood' appears on my hand. I play with the wound "boring"
My break is over and I have to watch a sitcom and report how I'm feeling but I'm not in the mood to play along "can we watch something meaningful... the news?" I asks to no one in particular. No one responds "please" I ask politely. The tv turns off and I assume that's my cue that I have the rest of the day to myself. I go back to my main room and pick up my guitar from it's stand. I flick through my sheet music until I find the perfect song, I run through the main chords a few times, and then start a run through of the whole song
Life's too short to even care at all oh
I'm losing my mind losing my mind losing control
These fishes in the sea they're staring at me oh oh oh oh oh oh
A wet world aches for a beat of a drum, oh
If I could find a way to see this straight, I'd run away
To some fortune that I, I should have found by now
I'm waiting for this cough syrup to come down, come down
Life's too short to even care at all oh
I'm coming up now coming up now out of the blue oh
These zombies in the park they're looking for my heart oh oh oh oh
A dark world aches for a splash of the sun oh oh
If I could find a way to see this straight, I'd run away
To some fortune that I, I should have found by now
And so I run to the things they said could restore me
Restore life the way it should be
I'm waiting for this cough syrup to come down
Life's too short to even care at all oh
I'm losing my mind losing my mind losing control
If I could find a way to see this straight, I'd run away
To some fortune that I, I should have found by now
And so I run to the things they said could restore me
Restore life the way it should be
I'm waiting for this cough syrup to come down
One more spoon of cough syrup now whoa
One more spoon of cough syrup now whoa
My fingers dance over the strings with ease and I find myself relaxing, I even have a goofy smile on my lips. I remember the first time I was given a guitar, it was one of the few things I didn't know how to do straight away, I worked hard and practiced for hours each day, requesting book after book so I could play. It's not been given to me I had to earn it and it's comforting to think of this when I play. A door slides open in the next room but I pay no attention probably just someone come to fix something, nothing to do with me. What happens next is a surprise, the door to the room I'm in slides open. I spin round grasping my guitar tightly ready to use it to defend myself.
A woman stands there, staring at me curiously "so you're Eve?" She says gently as if she's trying not to spook me. I nod placing my guitar down on my bed "that's me... who are you?" I question. She holds out her hand for me to shake, I regard her suspiciously "I'm Melanie Cavill. I am working alongside Mr Wilford and he thought it was time for you to meet with someone new" she explains. I grasp her hand "I don't meet many people, he doesn't want many people to know about me... not yet" I state.
She nods to my guitar "I heard you playing before I came in, you're very good" she says. I take a seat on my bed and she pulls up a chair, "what do like to do" she asks. I frown "I carry out the tests that they give me" she shakes her head "what about to relax? What do you consider hobbies" she probes. I point to my guitar "I learn new songs and I also do I bit of needlework but I do that more to pass the time" she nods slowly "what do you do?" I ask politely. She looks taken aback like she didn't expect me to ask her questions as well "I'm an engineer, I also like to go walking, spend time outdoors" she says. I tilt my head "I've never been outdoors, I've seen pictures and videos it looks nice, I hope I get to go outdoors at some point" I say dreamily. She nods "maybe you will, where would you go?" She questions. I pause thinking through all the videos I've watched "the sea" I say carefully. She looks intrigued "why the seaside" she asks. I shrug and play with the hem of my dress "feel the sand on my skin in between my toes and under my nails, stare at the waves and get lost in the never ending expansiveness of the water" I explain. I'm about to ask her if my idea of the seaside is realistic, but I never get the chance.
An alarm goes off and she seems just as disappointed "I need to go" she sighs. She gets up and stretches a little "will you come back" I ask and I am a little embarrassed by the desperate tone I take. She nods quickly "yes, I will come here at the same time each day. I look forward to working with you" she says. I nod quickly "me too Melanie". She turns and leaves "goodbye eve"
YOU ARE READING
Inhumanity
Fanfic"If I was to tell you I was built in a lab like this very train would you believe me?" Wilford spent his time investing in the future, before the global extinction that was me. Trapped together, round and around and around we go. Speeding on throug...
