[ whenever 2b suddenly regains consciousness, it's usually within her room on the bunker, lying on her back as she readjusts herself to the familiar settings. it's usually the sleek white walls that confirm her surroundings; the cold and rigid uniformity of androids' rooms is oddly, paradoxically comforting.
that's normal. this isn't.
she wakes up in the backyard to something that is the complete opposite of everything she has ever known. the landscape is too pristine; the buildings are in perfect shape; humanity is present.
she doesn't care for the eccentricities of the house she feels compelled to enter. no, she heads straight for the room her sensors are picking up an organic life reading from, and draws her sword as she slides the frame open. ]
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that's normal. this isn't.
she wakes up in the backyard to something that is the complete opposite of everything she has ever known. the landscape is too pristine; the buildings are in perfect shape; humanity is present.
she doesn't care for the eccentricities of the house she feels compelled to enter. no, she heads straight for the room her sensors are picking up an organic life reading from, and draws her sword as she slides the frame open. ]
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