She wondered momentarily if he remembered previous timelines as much as she did, and shuddered viscerally. They were closed, and she was relieved that he at least wouldn’t have to witness what she was about to do. In some ways, he was reminiscent of a doll like this: innocent and unmoving with an ivory pallor that looked as delicate as porcelain.Ģb crouched on her heels and gently removed the black blindfold over his eyes and half expected 9s to be staring back at her with empty eyes. She looked down at this helpless thing with a pained expression and a tightness in her chest that shouldn’t be there, as she had no heart, only circuits where a heart would be. Raspy breaths escaped from his parted lips and his chest rose and fell slowly and heavily as if it took great effort. He was unconscious, sitting upright against a rock wall, barely breathing. She wondered if anything was ever really meaningful anyway, but pulled herself out of that trance when she stumbled upon 9s, in the same spot he always was in every past timeline. Aside from that, what was she, really, if not a bunch of meaningless code and circuits? Her existence, in and of itself, was meaningless. She had been aware of that fact for a long time.
It was 2b's duty, her sole purpose in fact, to kill, and then to be killed when it was decided that she was no longer needed. And, without fail, every time the horrible deed was committed, 2b would always find herself in the same place and the same situation once again.
The only way to reset the timeline, and possibly free her from this agonisingly endless time loop, was to kill 9s, over and over again and always seemingly to no avail. It was the same circumstances for every timeline: she would be trapped in the desolate wasteland where no matter how fast or far she ran, it would take her nowhere. Unfortunately her efforts were soon proven to be in vain when she ended up right back where she was to begin with.
She needed to escape this dreadful place, she needed to be anywhere but here. At that point in time, her only concern was running as far as her legs could take her. However, that was the least of her worries at that moment. It was almost uncanny, being alone in the post-apocalyptic wasteland of Earth that was once blooming with life and vigour. Her heels clacked rhythmically against the stone ground, echoing into the ether where not even the monotonous noise of machines could be heard.
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