Better Place [Farbe - Braun - fürs Team]
Team: Sonne
Challenge: Farbe - Braun (Erde) - fürs Team
Titel: Better place
Fandom: Almost Human
Charaktere: Dorian, Paul (OC; Johns Sohn)
Wörter: 563 Wörter
Sprache: Englisch
Warnung: Major Character Death!
Dorian knew this day would come. It was inevitable. Dorian - as human as he felt - was still a machine. John was 100 % human. Living. And every living thing died someday.
Dorian just didn’t think that it would happen as early as it did. They had only a few years together. Still, John had been Dorian’s most important human connection. He had valued his former partner but the time with him had been limited as well when Dorian and the other DRNs had been decomissioned.
John was the reason that Dorian was awake again. John personally had woken him up. And they had become friends so quickly that Dorian had the feeling that they had known each other for years.
Losing him like that hurt. It hurt a lot.
Dorian looked up, saw all of John’s friends standing around him. Dorian was the only android here. Of course he was. The MX protected humans because they were designed to but they didn’t grieve when a life ended. They didn’t have any feelings.
Right now Dorian almost wished he could turn off his synthetic soul, could make the pain stop somehow. But it didn’t quieten down. It only got louder and louder. He had the feeling to go crazy and for a short moment he asked himself if the other DRNs who mailfunctioned had similar feelings before they had their breakdowns.
Maybe feelings were just not made for androids. For machines. Maybe they couldn’t cope with them on the longer run. Dorian always feared that it was only a matter of time until he would show the same symptoms as the others. Maybe this was it. Maybe this was his last straw.
Dorian had been so lost in his own thoughts that he completely missed how one after another stepped forward to John’s grave. Only the little pull at his hand made him realize. He looked down, saw little Paul pulling his hand that he had held the whole day so far, never letting go.
So Dorian stepped forward, following the young boy. They took their time, everyone giving them the space they needed. Dorian kneeled down right next to Paul. The boy was crying so Dorian stroked over his back, trying to soothe him.
“I’ll miss him,” he whispered almost inaudible.
“I’ll miss him, too,” Dorian said. He dug his hand into the dirt that was piled up in front of John’s grave and took a handful. He made a fist, felt the earth in his hand. The day he would die he would only land on a pile of broken electronics. John was given back to the earth. It was kind of poetic. Somehow Dorian wished his ending could be like this, too.
Dorian waited for Paul to take some too until he let go of the dirt in his hand, letting it fall into John’s grave.
“He’s at a better place now, right?” Paul asked.
Dorian had told him that over and over again, knowing that would be exactly the thing that John would have said to him.
“He is. And someday you’ll see him again.”
Paul showed a little smile. “And you will see him, too?”
Dorian looked down, in those big hopeful eyes and he didn’t dare to crush this hope. “I will see him again, too,” he nodded, took Paul’s hand and lead him away from John’s resting place.
Challenge: Farbe - Braun (Erde) - fürs Team
Titel: Better place
Fandom: Almost Human
Charaktere: Dorian, Paul (OC; Johns Sohn)
Wörter: 563 Wörter
Sprache: Englisch
Warnung: Major Character Death!
Dorian knew this day would come. It was inevitable. Dorian - as human as he felt - was still a machine. John was 100 % human. Living. And every living thing died someday.
Dorian just didn’t think that it would happen as early as it did. They had only a few years together. Still, John had been Dorian’s most important human connection. He had valued his former partner but the time with him had been limited as well when Dorian and the other DRNs had been decomissioned.
John was the reason that Dorian was awake again. John personally had woken him up. And they had become friends so quickly that Dorian had the feeling that they had known each other for years.
Losing him like that hurt. It hurt a lot.
Dorian looked up, saw all of John’s friends standing around him. Dorian was the only android here. Of course he was. The MX protected humans because they were designed to but they didn’t grieve when a life ended. They didn’t have any feelings.
Right now Dorian almost wished he could turn off his synthetic soul, could make the pain stop somehow. But it didn’t quieten down. It only got louder and louder. He had the feeling to go crazy and for a short moment he asked himself if the other DRNs who mailfunctioned had similar feelings before they had their breakdowns.
Maybe feelings were just not made for androids. For machines. Maybe they couldn’t cope with them on the longer run. Dorian always feared that it was only a matter of time until he would show the same symptoms as the others. Maybe this was it. Maybe this was his last straw.
Dorian had been so lost in his own thoughts that he completely missed how one after another stepped forward to John’s grave. Only the little pull at his hand made him realize. He looked down, saw little Paul pulling his hand that he had held the whole day so far, never letting go.
So Dorian stepped forward, following the young boy. They took their time, everyone giving them the space they needed. Dorian kneeled down right next to Paul. The boy was crying so Dorian stroked over his back, trying to soothe him.
“I’ll miss him,” he whispered almost inaudible.
“I’ll miss him, too,” Dorian said. He dug his hand into the dirt that was piled up in front of John’s grave and took a handful. He made a fist, felt the earth in his hand. The day he would die he would only land on a pile of broken electronics. John was given back to the earth. It was kind of poetic. Somehow Dorian wished his ending could be like this, too.
Dorian waited for Paul to take some too until he let go of the dirt in his hand, letting it fall into John’s grave.
“He’s at a better place now, right?” Paul asked.
Dorian had told him that over and over again, knowing that would be exactly the thing that John would have said to him.
“He is. And someday you’ll see him again.”
Paul showed a little smile. “And you will see him, too?”
Dorian looked down, in those big hopeful eyes and he didn’t dare to crush this hope. “I will see him again, too,” he nodded, took Paul’s hand and lead him away from John’s resting place.