Noir Lamentation

A bloody dawn, it washes a foreboding glow into a tiny bedroom of the vast apartment complex. 

Zevv dons her gear, in preparation for another day tracking Harvesters in the lower sector. Last night's exploits with the Synthetic in the sheets provided adequate entertainment at best. Zevv toyed with the idea of telling it to fuck off, but even AIs had a strange way of being deeply and profoundly offended in this city. All too often this translated into a messy demise for the accused.

Zevv hisses through teeth into the haze of the room, the synth continues its enigmatic stare out onto the city through plumes of scented stims. No matter Zevv thought to herself, some street-level action and later a heady cocktail of liqueurs and stims would do the trick for today.

Zevv had not been with another 'born' human in a long time, and despite her hostility towards most living bipedal creatures she secretly longed for some action with a real body. Someone who responds in that way only humans can when touched, someone whose non-engineered body, mind, and soul can mingle with her own in a fusion of mutual euphoria.

Perhaps...no, there is no real love left in this city. Why do I carry on, she thought.... the threat of getting charred into pieces by hot plasma every day seems to pale in comparison to the prospect of another soulless, lonely night.

This is a remake of an older piece that i am quite sentimental about, so I do hope you enjoy mates.