Flash Prompt. Dec. 19-26

[karlsie]

It was a wicked thing to do.

[grainnerhuad]

Thanks for remembering Karla.

[grainnerhuad]

Okay, here's mine, it is a following up of the last one.

She pulled over as dawn was nearing. She was very actually out in the middle of nowhere. It would have been the middle of nowhere before the troubles started, this uninhabitable desert land, now it was truly far from mankind. Although the animals that had once inhabited it had begun to turn from it too, making it more desolate than she remembered from her uploaded dreams, or were they lessons from youth, it was hard to remember anymore. She supposed it really didn’t matter in any case; the knowledge imparted was going to with her anyway. Part of her wished she was pulling over to spite those who seemed to love managing her life and her time, she wished she could manage more rebellion, but the truth of the matter was, she had to recharge, and the morning sun was the best sun.
The cacti overlooked her, the Saguaros, the “Aunts” as she had learned the native peoples of this land had called them. Although she had been taught and shown that she herself held no thing that could be called “spirit” there was still something in her that wanted to convince herself otherwise. To that end she secreted away any and all old texts, information and religions that she came across. What felt good to her she kept. She liked the idea of the Aunts looking over her and this desert place as they had since before time, as they had in the first garden which was all gardens. It was a wicked thing to do; she thought this memorizing of generally disbelieved ideology. If wickedness was even something that could exist at all in a soul-less individual which she supposed it could not.
The Aunts looked a little worse for wear, with water being scarce and catching techniques holding it to areas where mankind could best benefit from it, these forgotten plains got none, what was left was she supposed ancient and the saguaros looked shriveled and dried. She found a kindly looking one, to her mind and sat cross legged on the eastern side of it to catch the first rays of the sunrise. She also took from her pocket the device disguised as a battery which was also an organism. If she thought about it at all she would have to call it her cousin. It was made of basically the same structure as she, but arranged differently. Its purpose she had not been told, only that it had to be charged the same way she did and that she was never to let it out of her eyesight. It was a bit more variable in form than she hence the use as a battery, but she knew that was not its only purpose. It was the frustration with all the secrecy that had her concerned. She was also sure it was her mounting feelings that were possibly responsible for keeping her out here, alone. They also were concerned with what she seemed to be becoming. For the last several years, she had gone from assimilation to curiosity in a very short amount of time. Quicker than expected, of that she was sure. And now these feelings, disgust, irritation and a mounting distrust. They were not something she thought she had been designed to have and yet here it was, what did it mean?
It was with that thought that the first rays hit her and she settled into recharge which looked a lot like meditation from what she remembered of her studies. Inside she felt the tingling of the colony of life sparkling and waking. It was a good feeling a feeling of being a part of something all within her own confines. As if her mind belonged not only to itself, but to all, and all could learn and be something more. All could also get sluggish which she supposed was the safety construct of her design. She could be turned off all of her, by denying her light she supposed. But for now there was plenty of that and she breathed it in through what looked like human skin but was so very much more and through what looked like lungs but was anything but. She awoke as she greeted the day.

[karlsie]

Well, that puts a different twist on your story. Your character isn't even human! You've got a good suspense going with your story. It will be fun to see how much it builds, twines or interacts as your character progresses. I'm fooling around with my next Etta Mae story, thinking i will probably use my prompt in it.

[grainnerhuad]

Thanks Karla, I told you, biotechnology didn't I? Anyway, I am still playing with her.