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laography2010-09-08 06:11 pm
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[Well it had been a good two or so weeks since...'Ling' had come into her house. She was beginning to wonder if giving him that name had really been a good idea. In fact sometimes she wondered if it had been a good idea to create him to begin with, at least in his image, but there was little she could do about that now.
It was a rainy day, and she wasn't particularly feeling up to doing any tinkering today so she was divested of her usual lab coat and instead just in a white tank and shorts. The house seemed unusually quiet, something it hadn't been since Ling appeared, so she made her way over to his room and gave a knock]
Ling?
It was a rainy day, and she wasn't particularly feeling up to doing any tinkering today so she was divested of her usual lab coat and instead just in a white tank and shorts. The house seemed unusually quiet, something it hadn't been since Ling appeared, so she made her way over to his room and gave a knock]
Ling?
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[He listens and he has a faint smile- she talks about this person so fondly. But something seems so off about it.]
...The way you speak of him in the past tense.
Something ...happened to him, didn't it?
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[she turns her face away]
He died.
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[Pauses. quiet, he looks away, as well.]
...On the plane.
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Y-yea.
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...
[Draws his knees up to his chest.]
Why do I know these things about him?
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I don't know. That's what I want to find out.
When did these thoughts stare coming to you? Exactly when, and what was the first? Is there anything else you remember?
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There are a few other things but it isn't ...something I can express. They are not solid memories. Fleeting thoughts.
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[Looks up at her.]
Maybe you can find out why if you... [he lightly reaches around to his back where his back opens up.]
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Then again...Winry is still wondering just exactly how she built Ling. Creating his body would have been easy enough, but artificial intelligence is not her forte by any stretch of the imagination and that's what she has been wondering at all this time.]
[she opens him up, and starts doing some routine check ups]
Can you...grasp the sentiment behind these thoughts? Or even just a word?
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[Pauses while she does that. He doesn't move too much while she works on him.]
...I don't like the feelings. It is ...almost like fear.
Regret.
And then there is nothing else.
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[fear she could understand if he was having these memories---thoughts---come to him. It must be terrible to witness he death of another, and she must imagine that is what happened if he recalled. No, no, if he saw the purchasing of the lantern as well. But]
Regret?
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[He opens his mouth again and then its like the words just come to him.]
For not seeing you one more time. For not saying good-bye.
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What did you say?
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[He's silent. He doesn't want to repeat it.]
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She gets up, indicating he should stay, and leaves, going to her room. She gets her picture book and returns, handing it over to him]
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[His eyes widen a bit at the pictures he sees. The ones of him- not him, of- He looked just like him. For a moment, Ling reached up to touch his face in disbelief.
He opens his mouth to speak but he quickly closes it the moment the memories rush in. He goes deathly silent and still but his eyes are looking past the book almost trance-like.
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We were friends from when we were very young. We lived next door to each other...not in this neighborhood. A long while back. He died when he was only seventeen. It's been four years.
[and she still hasn't gotten over it]
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I...-34th street...resembool elementary...summer ...2014... too-- It's too much-!
[Ling drops the book and holds his head. His voice now switchs to a more computer-like tone]
Overheating- initializing emergency shutdown. 3...2..- [And he goes silent falling limp against the bed.]
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Wake up, Ling! [till of course it hits her no no. He isn't human, that method won't work. With slightly trembling hands she shifts him so he lays more comfortably on the bed. Should she open him up and try to manually cool him down? No, no. Let it run its own course. Still, she's trembling a bit, wondering what to do.
She swallows and then pulls up a chair next to his bedside to wait.
She tries to keep her gaze down on her lap, but every so often it drifts back to Ling. Is it possible? That somehow, someway he really was the real Ling? Her mind drifts back to the note she got, and what he said just earlier.]
It was a gift to be ...given to someone special, because it was said to hold a part of your soul.
[she stares at his sleeping form before tearing her eyes away, and continuing to wait. Eventually, she too drifts off]
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With something of a comforting whisper he starts to understand what it is that's happening to him and he feels ...a bit better about it now, to be honest.
His greatest wish, his purpose, was to make Winry happy. Like this, perhaps he will]
[It's a few hours, but eventually his body starts to slowly reboot. A few moments in and he opens his eyes and slowly sits up.]
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She immediately goes on full alert.]
Ling are you, are you okay?
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...
[Ling is looking down at himself and at his hands. He touches his face a bit and then looks straight at Winry.]
...Winry?
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1/5?
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done
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