Should she bow? Should she kneel? To throw herself before The
Shepard of the known worlds? This Queen, this Deity, this
insatiable and beautiful corruption saved the Replicant from
n o t h i n g. For all the songs of praise, none reached her ears.
After every war, every grief and every harvest, the half-woman
still wandered the stars a curious, dangerous thing.
There was no flesh within her that was moved to LOVE her ruler.
Her kind, the kind that were crafted by the hands of Man and
taught to know life in all it’s wonders, but forbidden to truly live it,
were programmed to LOVE ... For it, their passions grew too
much. Till this day, she had been the last.
She supposed for this lack of JUSTICE she felt was why she was
called to the halls of The Prophet. It went without saying, to fail to
love your leader was worse than death. Now, she mused, there
would be none of her kind.
And for all the years of hiding and lying, how kind an end would be,
to the andriod that was forbade the life her memories of false
childhood promised. Thus she stood, and though she bowed her
head and dared not LOOK to the face of that illusive EVERYTHING,
she could not deny she wished and wished she could have been
saved like Mankind was ...
( how could something that had never been loved,
know how to return the gesture in earnest? )
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