WHERE the loby and grounds of maeve's apartment building •
WHEN july 10th, after this network conversation •
WHAT dahj seeks maeve's help in determining her status •
STATUS closed, ongoing in the comments •
WARNINGS mentions of character death
Dahj sent the message that she was there and waited, trying her hardest not to cry all over again. She replayed Picard's soothing voice in her mind: Shhh, try to calm yourself. The memory made her feel a little safer.
But it was the memories of her last moments that were blazingly fresh. Less than an hour ago, Dahj felt green ichor burn away at her skin and clothing, burn at the stolen weapon in her hands eating away at it until--
A fraction of an image of the weapon detonating. There was no accompanying sound, even though Dahj knew that was wrong, because she had been screaming. She had known it was going to be the end and it burned so terribly and she was afraid and she was helpless in the knowledge she could do nothing about it.
Unless all of this was just in her mind. Unless she wasn't a machine at all.
In which case she wondered who of the people responding to her on the ancient, primitive network were. Probably none of them? And she was still in California. And Dahj would wonder if she had really hurt anyone. If Picard was okay.
She was scared of what Maeve would see or sense. What would a daughter of another android look like? What did that mean? Dahj couldn't see the fractal neuronic cloning that had created her and her sister, couldn't dream yet of what that might look like.
Waiting in the lobby, the hood of her coat was drawn over her head, as if hiding from the ghosts of assassins that were no longer here to harm her. Dahj was still afraid.