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rainbowfic2013-06-01 04:58 pm
clare_dragonfly) wrote in rainbowfic2013-06-01 04:58 pm
Entry tags:
The Decay of the Mind
Name: Clare
Story: robot rights
Colors: Caput Mortuum 9, Advanced Decay
Supplies and Materials: photography
Word Count: 179
Rating: R
Warnings: dead body
Notes: I honestly thought this piece was going to have physical decay in it. Last Caput Mortuum!
There just didn’t seem any point anymore.
Mo sat against the wall, hands curled in her lap. John was lying over there, having just died. There were six of them left—six living humans. They’d been trapped for months.
She was hungry. No, she was starving. She wasn’t very far behind John, really. Her limbs had the strength to crawl forward, to take a knife and find a piece of edible flesh, but she couldn’t make herself do it.
It wasn’t revulsion at the thought of cannibalism. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d eaten something other than human.
It just didn’t seem worth the effort anymore. Why bother to keep surviving when they were only going to be trapped in this place, no help and no food? Nothing but other starving inmates, and four robots who had turned themselves off to save energy but would wake up good as new if someone ever came to turn them on…
Mo swallowed her bitterness. Then she leaned her head back against the wall and closed her eyes against her tears.
Story: robot rights
Colors: Caput Mortuum 9, Advanced Decay
Supplies and Materials: photography
Word Count: 179
Rating: R
Warnings: dead body
Notes: I honestly thought this piece was going to have physical decay in it. Last Caput Mortuum!
There just didn’t seem any point anymore.
Mo sat against the wall, hands curled in her lap. John was lying over there, having just died. There were six of them left—six living humans. They’d been trapped for months.
She was hungry. No, she was starving. She wasn’t very far behind John, really. Her limbs had the strength to crawl forward, to take a knife and find a piece of edible flesh, but she couldn’t make herself do it.
It wasn’t revulsion at the thought of cannibalism. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d eaten something other than human.
It just didn’t seem worth the effort anymore. Why bother to keep surviving when they were only going to be trapped in this place, no help and no food? Nothing but other starving inmates, and four robots who had turned themselves off to save energy but would wake up good as new if someone ever came to turn them on…
Mo swallowed her bitterness. Then she leaned her head back against the wall and closed her eyes against her tears.
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Indeed. Thank you :)