Victor Mancha (un_victorious) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-05-06 12:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | death (endless), victor mancha |
WHO: Victor, Death
WHAT: A meeting
WHERE: random park!
WHEN: ...afternoon, sometime
RATED: TBD
STATUS: Closed, in progess
It was nice to have the sun back. He may have been more machine than human at the moment -- and the idea that he was changing inside to more closely resemble a human still freaked him out just a tiny bit -- but Victor was as vulnerable to depression from too much rain as anyone else. And great big storms were just really bad for his internal systems, at the moment.
He was sitting cross-legged on the grass in a park, the same park where he'd gone as a kid back home -- where he remembered going as a kid, but those memories were false, weren't they? When had the real memories started? He couldn't pinpoint exactly when he'd gone from being a piece of machinery being programmed by Ultron to something that thought it was human, although the natural assumption was one of the several times he remembered moving, with one of his mother's jobs. But he didn't know for sure, and that bothered him.
There were pigeons, and he had the remains of a burger, having lost his appetite after idly wondering what happened to the food he ate. It wasn't like his system needed it, after all, although he was, apparently, programmed to feel hunger. He was crumbling up the bun and tossing crumbs to the pigeons, idly trying to work out what the next course of action should be.