Drabble #1
Friday, August 25, 2006
Angel was tired of searching. She had almost decided to give up, and go back home Back to Mom. Memories were bothersome things, werent they? Always just out of reach. Even when you managed to grasp one, it never explained what it was or what it meant.
Maybe Memories arent really what we are looking for, she mused, maybe its merely a tangible way to express our need for validation.
She was prepared to delve further into this idea when she was startled by a resounding crash. She looked up to find herself staring at the hulking remains of a battle torn Megadeus. Its eviscerated faceplate revealed a mouth of metal and circuits leering at her.
Angel grinned back and began scaling the robot, looking for its core operating system. Well,now, Angel, how bout that? Just when you begin to question your role and mission, someone drops a Memory in your lap.
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