Not that I was going to need full capacity, there was nothing to shoot at, so I removed most of the hardpoints and the HUD.Not that I was going to need full capacity, there was nothing to shoot at, so I removed most of the hardpoints and the HUD. Yes, I'm still wearing the .45, although I have yet to fire it. It was in my clothes when Brieanna let me get up. She never questioned my posessing it. After all, most people own them, and know how to use them. It's part of what makes this world so peaceful. Who's going to start a fight when your opponent is equally or better armed? And if he does, there are enough bystanders who don't want to become statistics to take care of the problem. I've disabled the arms and legs until I get into the damned thing. I think that's a reasonable attitude to take towards the armor. After all, it was my stupid program bug that caused the thing to try and kill me. As for the kiss, well... We haven't talked about in the month since it happened. It's almost like it never happened. I said almost. Brie's attituted towards me has changed, a little. She's nicer to me, I think. She's certainly around more often. I got my Shakespeare back, too. Managed to find another VHR somewhere in the house. It's almost like things I need appear, but always in an inappropriate form. Like the fusion repair stuff, or the servos that I ripped out of a maintainence unit to fix the neck of the armor. In any event, I'm not watching Shakespeare so much, now...I've moved on the greek tragedy. Oh, and I finished all three of Halleck's books. Good stuff, especially The Assassin's Guidebook. Not that I'm planning on killing anyone, like I said. And why is everything in the house so... so old? Like, why a VCDHR? Why not just a bubble card player? Why does everything in the place use moving parts? Almost like they're designed to... break down. That's it. Oh, shit, why did I never see it before? That's what this place is for. That's why Brieanna is around so rarely. So that when things break, I'm the only one around to fix them. It's to make me feel useful. Therapy. Positive-work therapy. That's what this whole place is. Even Brieanna is part of that. And the .45. Props to make me feel useful. Attempts to get me do things. So what do I do? Abandon everything, confront Brieanna, take off, or just go on? I'll tell you what I plan on doing. |