０１９ ☠ voice

[jemerite]

Hello.

[Her voice is faint, whispering and hoarse, but it is usually that way, just not always quite so soft. Zinc, pale-skinned and dark-haired, is sitting on the front porch of her little house, one robot cat curled against her side, and a robot bug in her lap.

She's watching the birds in her courtyard wistfully.]

It has been... difficult again. I heard screaming. Sometimes, I wonder... why the Queen lets us be hurt, if she says she loves us. [Large brown eyes blink, the way someone would if they were pushing back tears, but Zinc can't cry.] She can't stop it. Love hurts. It will always hurt.

[That's cheerful, Zinc. She's quiet for a long moment, watching birds peck peanut butter and seeds off the pine cones she prepared.]

I hope everyone is... doing better, today.

[She rests her cheek against the Cait's head sadly and doesn't say anything else.]

Comments

[notvitiligo]

Yeah... a hole.

Like, no matter where you are, you'll be missing something.

Even if they make you forget.

[jemerite]

It doesn't hurt. If you don't remember.

[notvitiligo]

[She considers this.]

How do you know?

[jemerite]

Why would it?

[notvitiligo]

Underlying neural associations. You don't remember something, but there's already paths and stuff in other places.

You'd have to wipe a whole lot, probably.

[jemerite]

That's... [Work zombie-brain work.] not fair.