Curled up warmly with Trevor, Lindsey doesn’t notice anything going on in the rest of the apartment — tired as hell and wanting relaxation, rest, some kind of simple soothing to the fact that his mind went into overload the previous day, he simply nuzzles the young man in his arms and drifts through dreaming oblivion.
Inside his head, neurons and circuits flash and blip, quietly winking their electrochemical responses.
In a massive computer bank, dreams and experience are stored; without explicit permission, Eve looks through them, mystified and awestruck. Pleased. She put herself away but did not stay there, almost like a child saying “I can’t sleep”, and curls up on the foot of the bed, neither twining nor touching either of them.
She watches, though, wide-eyed and curious, mostly staring at Trevor. He’s finally here. Lindsey’s quest is over, and the young man who will help to make her real is here.
She knew if she had a heart, she would be in love.No tags for this post.