Your tears mean nothing.
By the process of evaporation
They melt into the white sky above.
Leaving behind only a thin trail of salt
Which is also stripped away by the wind.
"This interview is being tape recorded and may be given in evidence if your case is brought to trial. The time is 1300 hours on Saturday the 14th March, 2103. This interview is taking place at the Central Police Station".
""My name is Andrew Connors, and I work at Central Police Station. My role today is to interview you in relation to your knowledge of the incidents which occurred at the International Lab of Scientific Experimentation on Criminal Subjects. I will be making notes during the interview purely for my reference."
313 is sitting in a chair at the central police station, in front of some idiot who probably has no idea that the "culprit" is sitting right in front of him. Or that 'Miss Walker' is probably just a heap of discarded ashes by now.
She holds back a snort.
Pfft, as if she cares.
"Of course," She nods curtly, as 313 imagined the psychotic wreck would.
Andrew Connors looks her in the eye. 313 raises her eyebrows subtly and makes sure that her eyes flicker down, then up, and come to rest on his face. Snootily, like how Carolyn would have done it.
He reacts in shock.
His mouths drops open, his eyes widen slightly and his shoulders tense a little. The rest of him seems like a dead fish, cold and slack.
Well disguised shock, it seems, but not disguised well enough.
The policeman is talking, but 313's not really listening.
What she tells him is lies...all lies.
Her whole existence is a lie.
The lies she feeds him is like poison fed to a baby. He nods attentively, jolting notes down on a clipboard, writing enthusiastically. Writing down whatever she tells him. Powerless to the lies that she feeds to him.
"I'm now handing you the notice that explains what happens to the tapes. The time is now 1630 hours. The interview is concluded and I'm now switching off the tapes."
313 nods and stands up to go.
As she walks out the door, someone grabs her hand.
That someone is no other than Andrew Connors.
"What are you doing?" 313 asks icily.
"Oh come on, Carolyn. No need to be so shy." He snakes his arms around 313, giving her a quick hug. "I haven't seen you in so long, Carolyn. I'm so glad you're here."
Carolyn knew this person.
"Me too, Andrew,"
So this is Carolyn's boyfriend.
Nice to meet you.
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Project 313
Ficção CientíficaOn the 13th of March, 2093, a top secret project was issued. It involved experimenting on a young girl who was the child of two executed prisoners, the worst of the worst. Many scientific phenomena was discovered by experimentation on this girl's bo...
