Broken Promises In A Broken Dream

A Place To Call Home

⋆✷  𝕊𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕖'𝕤 ℂ𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕔 ✷⋆

       Life has become repetitive, the same thing like clockwork every day. Tick tock. Awake at 8 am, work at 9 am, leave at 5 am. This would not be a problem he could do anything else than this one job. But Sabre is not the definition of lucky, you see this is a world of superheroes and supervillains and he was neither a hero nor a villain, he was just Sabre. At least that is what he had believed, it was the name he was given when he had powered on. Being born was a normal thing in this world, but most were not born with their abilities, instead they were manifested to fit ones person, it was just Sabre's luck that he was good with computers, like really good. Running a whole database was literally his job, but like most things his ability came with a price. Sabre could not die, not in the traditional way at least, when his alibies had manifested it had sent a child into a coma and changed him, when he woke up he himself was a computer. He could see the innerworkings of his own being if he so chooses, he didn't of course because that was weird and made him remember that once upon a time, he was a human through and through. 

Those days were long past now, Sabre now remained stuck in the circle of constant rotation. Always the same thing, every day, all day. Nothing new. Now a normal computer would be fine with this, but that is what separated Sabre from any normal computer, he felt, he could think freely, he could love, he could forget, and he could die... he could die, and sometimes he wished for it, for the one thing that could be proof that he was a human, live the most human of experiences. A sweet sound. 

     Now what was not a sweet sound was the ringing in his ear as he was being summoned to do his job. The bell over the speakers was just too loud for his ears, reminded him of his school days. A bad time those were. Something was wrong within the system that he was now being tasked to find and fix so the company could move on with their work. Entering the waves and tracks of computers was an easy task when you yourself is made out of the same code. It just seemed like a void on the inside that he could alter to his will. He would make the whole thing seem more real by loading up a holographic screen and pretending he was in some super high tech world and hacking into the enemy agents files to plant a bug or something... anything to make the time go by faster. The weird thing about being a computer is the time that every other person experiences is slower than the rate which it is experiences by a computer. So while to Sabre this task to fix the internal issue with his company's software felt like it took hours, it was realistically only a few seconds on the outside. He had a job and he was good at it, that was all he ever needed, that was until it came to the waiting time. 

The waiting time was exactly what it sounds like, sitting and waiting for a problem to need fixing, and with the quality of his work and the experience of watching time go by slower made this time the worst out of his entire day. A temporary escape could be nice, somewhere to go, or something to do while he waited. Sometimes he wished that everything was just normal again. Young kids did not have abilities, they were normal with just the hope of having something gifted to them. He longed for that normalcy again, a friend who did not care what he could bring to the table with his power.

Being pulled from his thoughts by a glitchy tear that stung his cheeks as he quickly flicked it away. Another downfall, he could feel, but he could not cry without it hurting. Water and electricity do not mix well. Just his luck again. He snapped out of it, he had to, it hurt to much. The cut through his skin left behind by the trail stung as pixels shimmered as it stitched and glitched his skin back together. 

   With a sigh, Sabre sat back in his chair waiting for the familiar ringing that let him know that there was something to do. He put his hands around himself in the determination to think of them as someone else's arm giving him a hug, he wished for a friend that understood, that could be on the same wave length, see the world the same as he. But that was impossible, at least to his knowledge no one else in the city had a power like his, or at least to the extent of his. If there was someone out there remotely close to his ability, he would be bound to outlive them. He could no longer count how many years he had lived.