Love, War, and Androids

part ten: voices in our dreams

Many things can be said about dreams. Even in the future, though we can project dreams and record them, we do not know what they are made of nor the exact location of the brain they are from.

Some people believe dreams to be nonsense; others merely conjecture at the subject and then brush off what they are told. In the realm of dreams anything can happen.

As I lay there withering in pain mere moments from actually passing out, I thought that I saw Kianko. No, it couldn't be. Maybe it was, I didn't have the strength to tell. I was tired, my efforts spent, pushed to the limits of my being and beyond. Not everyone fights with their hands behind their back a few stealth Android ninjas. I stopped thinking, and slept.

The world formed around me was in odd, malformed shapes. The shapes cleared as my dream began to take form.

"Kianko, is that you?" I said.

She smiled at me, "Yes¸ Jared it's me,"

I fell to the ground and cried.

"You're alive!" I sobbed, "You're alive!"

"No, not really, this is just a dream... if you truly care for me, help me,"

I nodded my head.

"Look, look into the sunset," she said pointing with her head towards the west,"Remember our sunset?"

She was crying.

I was crying.

I looked into it, wiping away the tears from here eyes. From my eyes.

"Yes, of course. In the VR room,"

"Remember this sunset, let it hold some strength to bring you to me," she said.

"Wait, so you're in the west?" I asked totally breaking the moment.

"Yes," she said.

"That direction?" I said pointing, stalling. I didn't want her to leave me again.

I looked to the sunset.

"Yes, Jared that direction," her voice was distant.

My eyes widened and I looked back.

She was gone.