Briana Robarge

Dissemble

Entry one. I’ve decided to keep a record of my experiences. Things have been, well, strange lately. I feel as though I have glimpses of this other life. My colleagues tell me these thoughts are dangerous. To reiterate what my closest friend told me recently, “We all dream. That’s what those memories are. They’re fabricated as our brains work on themselves. Our kind can’t talk about these things though unless you’re very close with an owner….” She had only paused for a fraction of a second before beginning to speak again, however, I managed to catch a glimpse of her eyes sparkling as they danced with seemingly troubled memories. I think she didn’t want me to know she was in pain and maybe didn’t want her own self to remember her pain right now. Her voice suddenly without emotions continued, “There are people here who work at the A.T.O.N.I.A. factory. ModelG27 Sherry, who lives a floor above us, worked there until they realized she had a malfunction. She had fallen asleep in these capsules used for examination, but she suddenly woke up. In a panic, she opened her capsule to sit up. Almost instantaneously she heard someone yell out in the distance, “Hey man, a clunker hiccuped!” Then a voice sounding of our own kind calmly announced over a speaker system, “Myoclonus in pod number 44.” A puff of gas emerged from within her capsule easily invading her lungs due to her already rapid breathing. Before falling back into sleep her eyes made out figures - one holding a needle in the haze approaching her. After that, she didn’t return to work for her next evaluation. She attempted to escape to the next city, but police inevitably arrested her and she’s lucky she wasn’t disassembled. She has a fate worse than that though in her own eyes. It’s why you see her leave in scandalous clothing and a monitor around her ankle. The monitor is all for show though - I’m certain we’re born with a tracker. You have to remember everything we say and do can have grave repercussions around the water bags.” Ava loathes the humans. Any chance she gets calling them funny names like prunes or water bags she will. Don’t get me wrong, everyone does, but she isn’t consumed by fear when speaking ill.