Appetence

Archive Log: 11

Large buildings stretched up to the grey sky; grasping like fingers trying to touch the clouds, to peel them back and hope to allow the sun to shine down on the world below. Neither happened, the clouds grew greyer, and the rain which had been threatening finally fell. Fat drops sailed from the heavens above and landed with quiet, gentle pitter-patters against the glass and chassis of the car.

Speeding through the darkened streets, made darker by the awful weather which was hanging over the city; what weather stations were around the far-flung, sprawling city, did little to filter out the rain and wind, and make the day a sunny one. However, they did still work and filter out any pollution which was being churned up by the commuting people, and the weather itself. Naturally, with how life progressed, and how technology advanced, the air and oxygen suffered. There was still a heaviness to it, a slight smokiness, but it was made fractionally better by the machinery made to improve the air.

All of this, including the miserable looking people rushing about the streets, were all taken in by Minerva. David watched from beside her, a slight childlike wonder was on her face. People, if they looked in, must've thought she was insane. Grinning away like the Cheshire Cat from that nonsensical book she had read to him one time. At the time, and the fun she was having reading it was spreading to David, and he in turned smiled widely; she had commented on his grin then being rather Cheshire Cat in style. He hadn't known what she meant, but he had a feeling he did now.

To be confronted with something beyond thought, or imagination, and not being able to have any other reaction than to smile. And Minerva was definitely smiling, a lot. David couldn't say he blamed her, or was surprised. First time out in ten years; he couldn't help but wonder, did everything look different to what she remembered? What were her last memories of the outside world? He thought they would've been pain filled. If she was dying, then surely she was hurting? And surely, remembering the last days of the actual Minerva were in her head, she could recall and understand those feelings. Maybe a sense of melancholy would be bound, after all, a lot can change in just a year, let alone ten.

Naturally, as they continued to travel they passed through the different districts. From the high rise, sky touching buildings; with their many levels and wide windows, which on any other day would project large amounts of sunlight through to the rooms beyond. Although, all that shone through was dry, grey light. The people who milled around these looked like they belonged, in the sense that they suited the buildings; the most up to date fashion adorning their personage as they left automated doors and entered the top range cars. Public transport was a no to them. Going on the tube systems of the city would cause problems for them.

In contrast, the further away these usually bright, clean and shiny sectors stretched out behind them, they were replaced by the dark, seedy, depleted buildings and people who inhabited this sector. The difference was like night and day. At this Minerva's head tilted and she looked saddened. David didn't know what she suddenly thought of, or felt, but he knew he'd felt a similar thing to her; and that was mainly pity. Especially when they caught the glimpses of expressions on people's faces as they drove by in Weyland's car. He, as usual, was in the front, silent and didn't seem to have any intentions to talk back to them.

Likewise, David didn't want to speak, and Minerva seemed to be taking everything in with wide blue eyes. The aura coming off her was confusion. The city, and the people they passed, and probably the whole city of what they've seen, confused her. She tried to crane her neck up to see the holoboards which were situated on different buildings, advertising the newest products. Her face winced at the sight of android, synthetic promotions. At this she did glance to David, he just side eyed her. Yes, he was aware that it was mainly his name plastered over them, along with Weyland's. He didn't seem fussed, Minerva however looked worried. He didn't understand why. And he never asked, even as they climbed out of the car when they got to the main corporate building, David remained silent.