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It took PQ some time to get used to her body. It was time that she enjoyed, absently pulling up programs and skimming through stored information as she trudged through the snow. Walking into the storm with the knowledge of dying had been for some reason a lot easier than it was to walk out with a second chance. Or a third chance, for that matter. Then again, giving up was always easier.
Once she made it into the small town where she had been shot, a shocking wave of news hit her so hard that she almost forgot to breathe as she heard it. Johnny Gambino, the strongest and richest man in all the land, had been killed. No one had asked about how she managed the storm, or about her mechanical body. These people, although they had probably never seen the man for themselves, mourned as if they saw him everyday. Their tears were freezing to their faces, and candles were being lit in windows in his honor.
PQ had met Johnny on multiple occassions. As president of the Mechanical Children, she had several meetings to discuss the proper care of those in her organization on the Isle. It had been difficult to convince the stubborn man at first, she would admit easily on any given day. But after she mentioned the money he would save in the long run when there would be less law suits against him, Mr. Gambino had quite the change of heart. He even donated gold to the Mechanical Children during their most recent charity ball. To him it might have been change, but to the budding organization it was enough to afford two full time lawyers and an office renovation.
She suddenly thought of Gino. What would the poor guy do when he realized his father was dead? The family's history was pretty convoluted to say the least, but the bond between a man and his son was a hard one to break. Even the Gambinos could never quite sever that tie. PQ wished she was there when he found out. OverSeer and Sen did not seem to be the best at consoling. Or any real human emotion, once she thought about it.
Pulling away from her thoughts, she found herself at a hotel where there was luckily a room open. Sitting down on the bed, she wished she was at home. But she wasn't gifted with a demi god's power anymore, and the only way she was getting home was by normal transportation. Absently, as she fell backwards, PQ pulled up her photo albums. There was no denying that she was lonely and a few familiar faces was what she needed.
The last picture she looked at caught her off guard. PQ had forgotten that it had been taken. It was more than two years ago at this point, right after she had reopened The Pit Stop. It had been in her earlier model years, when she had liked having hair and a more edgy look to her static. And Gera had been a free and motivated nurse with the determination of peace. While the image was perfect, PQ felt like it should be sepia in color. Both of them were so different now. Whenever she thought of her, PQ almost felt heart broken.
Quickly she started an e-mail, planning to send the picture to Gera. Just as she was about to send it, she thought different and was about to close out but there was a knock on her door. Clicking a button suddenly, PQ wasn't sure if she sent it or not. At that moment she didn't care when she saw what was on the other side.
Having someone find Retrostacja wandering the streets did indeed lighten her mood; the hours of work to get him back to almost normal didn't cancel it out. But the whole world had become just different enough to make any sort of happiness feel....wrong.
The sunset that day was just a little less golden.
 PQ and Retrostacja · Wed Mar 10, 2010 @ 05:59am · 0 Comments |
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