The pulsating heat was all around her body, though her body was numb. It was colder than she'd imagined but it was so warm now. She held on as long as she could, awaiting for the passionate prince charming to pull her up. She looked down, still holding onto a bar against the large building. The snow drifted against her face, and she was at a death height free fall. The jeans she wore rubbed against her thighs as she kicked her feet against the wall to keep most of her weight on them. Her hair was no longer on her shoulders. It whipped in the air. A feeling she missed that was so distant, but yet a non-forgettable memory. She kept slipping, yelling out. She looked up. The window opened up that was above her. A hand reached out, and pulled on one of her wrists. And her wrist only. Instead of pulling her up... It pulled her outward. And she was shaking, frozen now, in fear. All the heat left her body... and now... she was waiting for death. Her face tilted up, at the hand holding her out in the free fall. He was dark skinned, in black sunglasses, and a black trench coat. He had a slightly thin mustache, formed in a goatee. His hair was a regular buzz cut. He smiled and put his other hand up to his forehead, in a sallute. "We shall miss you... Ms. Granger" he spat, then dropped his hand from his forehead, and opened the hand that held her wrist. The air came from underneath her, and everything went in slow motion. She automatically kicked her feet in the air, and reached upward, trying to grab the steel bar. She moved in the air, feeling her heart rate increase, as she fell in the air, from the top of the largest building in town. The ground came closer, and closer. It was a thrill that he didn't expect her to experience. She ran down the wall after adjusting her body, and she felt like she was in a matrix. She kicked of as hard as she could and flipped forward, hitting the top of a canopy and bouncing up. The large drop had no tough impact. She hit the top of the canopy again, ripping through it and landing on her backside. She groaned and sat up, looking at the dark empty canopy. The night sky had made all the shops shut down, she figured. Her feet ached somewhat, and she pulled her hand down, looking at her feet. Her robotic form allowed her to adjust a wiring in her so called ankles, which fixed themselves. Her face pulled up at the inside tent. She needed to find a place to recharge for the next few days before she went offline. She still had about a whole day to find anything electrical. That was the whole purpose for going into the FranCorps building, from which she was violently thrown off. She ran out of the canopy and turned on lights from her belt and ran down the empty road, awaiting to find another building. An electronic voice came to speak. "Granger, inform me of your status". It was an electronic coding, not formed by the regular call in assistant at RoboTech. She usually checks in with every Robo until she found data that she needed. But this was a written coding, not a voice coding. She decided to keep her voice input shut off, just in case it was Trent, her so called backstabbing friend. <3 Will someone please movie this> accidentally put it in the Creativity corner instead of Original ^^;
"Granger, how has the living been progressing?" a familiar voice came into hearing reach. Granger looked from her current experiment in the lab, looking at the doorway, where Trent stood. His trench coat drapped along the floor, and he took off his sunglasses, revealing his silver eye liners. That was something all Robo's have in common, the silver eye liners around the cornea of their robotic eyes. "They seem to be progressing fine.. I have been studying their behavior habits, so that we can find a way to form microchips to enplant in other Robo's.. Within the month, we should be able to confuse the living with us Robo's... Our behavior patterns aren't like theirs. When they're angry... they yell. When they're sad, clear salty fluid leaks from their eyes. When they're happy, their lips curve and, and when something is 'funny', they laugh. These are emotions.... and i believe i've found the break through of fixing a chip all Robo's can use, to experience the emotions of the living," she explained. "What about the silver liners on our eyes. Can you fix those Granger?" he asked, his voice gruffed. "I'm not sure what you mean Technology Reader Engeniering Network Technician..." she said. "It's Trent," he spat out coldly. his eyebrows focused down. "Would you rather be called Genetic Robotic Andriod Network Geological Engenering Recruiter?" he asked. She looked down at the floor, shaking her head. "No... but the Board doesn't want us using our code names the living gives us. By the time I'm finished with the chip, I should be able to download memories of the living, and form them into History for Robo's," she explained. She tapped her foot then looked back at the glass wall, where on the other side, was a family of humans, living as if it were a normal day life. It was a shelter, or 'house' as they call it, with monitors surrounding the glass, showing everyone and everything... "I'll start the blueprints tonight on the chip, you can get a loan off the Board and permission to start graphing them," she said, ripping off a document from her clipboard, handing it to him. In Arial Narrow, it will be the not so Distant Past.. Verdana will be the Present
