The way my brain implant works is honestly a bit of a mystery to everyone. I can't see anymore. For some reason, the New Canaanites thought scratching my eyes out could stop me from blowing holes in their shit.
Val, partly because they were determined to keep their demolition expert, and partly because they love me (or whatever), broke into New Canaan's technological advancement building, and found the implant. It's a prototype, but it works pretty well. Ayesha installed it, and having her root around in my brain was terrifying. Yeah, she does lock picking, and so has the most nimble hands, but it was MY BRAIN. But my Val was there the whole time. Now it uses its camera and sends those images to my brain somehow. I think that Ayesha might have put it in the wrong spot because everything looks either black or neon. So most people look like stick figures to me, but in neon purple. But at least I know where they are. Maybe removing my eyesight would have worked if I didn't have such dedicated thieves and scoundrels on my side.
I'm confident in my demolition skills. But when Val asked me how small of a hole I could make in the church's wall, I was a little nervous. Obviously, if we're stealing the church, we don't want to blow a huge hole in our own wall. That'd be dumb. But as a demo woman, I'm typically asked how big of a hole I can make in any given structure. This is a fun challenge.
"What color is this?" I hold up a neon purple wire. It looks, well, purple, to me.
"Red," Roman tells me.
"You're sure?" I ask, "This needs to be right."
"It's red," Val confirms. I turn to "see" them leaning against the doorway in a casual manner. They may just be another purple stick figure to me now, but they're definitely the most gorgeous stick figure of them all.
"Hey, Handsome," I smile at them. The figure gets closer, and I feel their lips on mine. Honestly, kisses have gotten even better since I went blind. I don't know if they kiss me more passionately due to the fact that I almost died, or if my other senses are more heightened. Maybe both.
"You're going to be ready, right?" They ask.
"Believe it. You are going to have the cutest little baby explosion ever."
"Great, whenever you get done with that will you come find me? I want to make sure the harness for scaling the wall can hold both of us and Frida.
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The Steeple- Orignal Story
Ficção CientíficaA work of original Science Fiction, written as a final for an English class, but I was extremely proud of it and wanted to put it somewhere. CW for violence and cursing
