irondragon (irondragon) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2010-09-07 14:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | jane |
Who: Jane and Zinnia
What: A joint dream.
Where: Jane's head.
When: Night.
Warnings: Could be anything in a dream.
Jane was in the machine. Surrounded by cold steel, iron bolts that gently pressed against her naked body. Cool cabling that slid under her skin and joined with her own veins; her heart pumped copper. She sighed, and the machine sighed with her, rising and falling like the lungs of a great beast. She was cocooned inside, safe and protected.
She shifted, and opened her eyes, mechanical eyes, and was looking down at herself; a small girl who pinched herself hard so she wouldn't cry, sitting alone on a chair, held in place by a harsh spotlight from somewhere far above. Jane blinked her metal eyes and the image changed again, an empty chair with a long shining needle resting on the seat, glinting in the spotlight. She reached her hand forward and plucked up the needle, letting the end slide in to her own metal hand, dissapearing into her iron flesh. When the needle was gone she watched her skin melt away to expose circuts, bare metal framework, dissolve to nothing.
The Jane that watched the metalic girl dissolve turned away and sat down on the chair, wondering where the little girl had gone, scratching at the hole where the needle had entered her skin.