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The facility was monotonous, in every aspect. Usually routines didn’t bother her, she actually enjoyed routines a lot more than the average person, but she never got used to these ones. Picking up and setting down her book every couple minutes, she waited for something, anything to happen. It was rare she had guests, but He was always a delight to see.
The sound of mechanical breathing filled the air, along with the loud tick, tick, tick of the clock. The sound always bothered her. She nevver understood why they kept a physical clock in her room, let alone one that made such a horrid noise, having had an internal one installed since the beginning. Perhaps for her more human counterparts, though they all carried watches anyway.
Licking her lips, she moved her focus from the clock onto the bed she was sitting on, pulling the blankets off herself. Standing up, she took a long deep breath. He would be coming in soon, that she was sure about.
Green eyes stared back at her, scanning her face for any possible imperfections, though that was literally impossible. She was built to be perfect. He said so.
She turned quickly at the sound of the door, standing with her arms behind her back and straightening up. Automatically she was disappointed. He wasn’t the one that walked in.
“Morning.”
“I believe the full phrase is “good morning”, not just “morning”.” She tilted her head slightly to the side, a habit she had picked up from one of the many people that visited. Amalie. That was her name.
“This morning is hardly something I would consider good,” the technician dead-panned at her, brow furrowed and posture stiff. He tapped on the clipboard in his hand, “I just need to run a simple diagnostic. Do you think you can keep your focus long enough for it?”
She frowned. Of course she could, she was built for it after all.
Keeping her head still was a simple task, she stared beyond his shoulders and kept a steady, neutral face. The sound of metal and wires filled the air, mechanized gusts of air joined the more human noises coming fron the man in front of her. It wasn’t like she disliked him, he just wasn’t Him. He was the one she expected, wanted, to walk through the door.
She was startled when he pulled away.
“What? You’ve done this a million times. Don’t tell me you were thinking about that guy again.”
“He is not just some guy,” She began.
“Right. Not like he doesn’t have the same exact job all the rest of us do. Listen,” he stared into her eyes, “you need to…”
She resisted the urge to roll her eyes, no doubt he was going to go on one of the many speeches she had already memorized regarding her behavior. He wasn’t the only one that had noticed her odd behavior, really it seemed like she was the only one unaware. Keeping her breathing even, she pulled back once the man began yelling at her. Consciously, she wasn’t registering anything he was saying, storing it away to her subconscious for her to analyze and pick at later on. But sudden changes in volume definitely registered in her algorithm.
She still wasn’t listening.
She turned her attention back on him after lord knows how long. Actually it was about five minutes. Her internal clock recorded everything. No doubt it would show up on later analysis. The door shut loudly behind him. She sat staring at the door for a few minutes after he left, the fluorescent lighting buzzing in the background. Taking a measured breath, she sat back onto her bed. It wasn’t very comfortable. The Suits didn’t think she deserved much else. But to their credit, according to Him, the other technicions didn’t have it any better.
Him. She smiled as she thought about Him again. She would visit him later that day. No matter what they said. She will see Him again.