A wee sequel to last week’s piece. I really need to make time for some longer stuff!
Taking Leave (166 words)
Chloe couldn’t sleep. It was a physical impossibility. Her programming allowed her to enter a state of rest that appeared sleep-like to flat humans. It helped to avoid awkward questions, especially when Sam seemed uncomfortable with the idea that Chloe had been manufactured.
“If you think about it,” Chloe had reasoned, “you were manufactured too.”
That line of reasoning didn’t get them very far. It had been the start of the first fight.
On the bed, Sam turned over with a soft sigh. Her sleep was induced. Chloe hadn’t wanted to go so far, but she needed time to process their situation. Before long, the corp would come for her again. She needed to move but she didn’t want to leave Sam again. She also couldn’t ask Sam to go with her.
Chloe rose and stood in the pile of shattered glass by the window. She bent to pick up the hammer, readying herself to leave.
Then, a creak of floorboard behind her. “Not so fast.”