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Atom fic 1 pero en español
Habían pasado… ¿18 días? ¿Tal vez? Desde que Atom se hizo cargo de la nave.
No encontrabas felicidad en estar adentro de una nave de carga que constantemente olía a comida de perro con la compañía de una obsesiva masa de lombrices energéticas… pero tal vez estabas empezando a aceptarlo.
Atom dejó… alguna imitación de tu comida favorita en tu cuarto. El sabor siempre sabía un poco extraño. Atom mejora rápido y se notaba un poco menos esta vez… pero no lo suficiente para olvidar de lo que estaba hecho.
Habías terminado tu comida y miraste al techo porque sintió como horas. Tenías algunos juegos y películas de antes que Atom volviera, pero ningún deseo de jugar o verlas.
Atom había intentado crear sus propios juegos para hacerte feliz. No tenían reglas ni conceptos muy lógicos. Algunos duraban demasiado, mientras que otros eran tan cortos que te quedabas preguntándote cuál era el punto de ellos. La mayoría de sus juegos giraban en torno a la idea de hacerte preguntas sobre ti. Habías intentado preguntarles sobre Atom, pero no había tenido muchas aventuras en sus, ¿quizás siete?, meses de vida y no le gustaba explicar cómo funcionaba su cuerpo.
Una cosa era constante en la nave: la sensación de observación. Todavía te incomodaba un poco, pero ya no tenías miedo. No tenía sentido tener miedo; sabías que no era solo tu imaginación y que Atom no quería hacerte daño.
...Mmm. Quizás era inevitable y natural, pero pensabas mucho sobre Atom, constantemente. No tenías certeza de si eso te molestaba, pero sabías que habías renunciado a tratar de escapar.
Llevabas media hora caminando por la nave cuando te diste cuenta de por qué tenías un mal presentimiento. Atom no te había hablado hoy. Estaba "vigilándote"; sabías que no podía evitar estar por todas partes en la nave. Era extraño; normalmente te saludaba a primera hora de la mañana, o al menos eso creías; es casi imposible saber la hora en el espacio cuando la nave ya no la registra.
¿Podrías llamar a Atom? Sin duda respondería, vendría... ¿Corriendo? ¿Cómo se llama el movimiento?
Algo se sentía extraño, más de lo normal. Decidiste buscar primero el traje espacial de Atom y dejar el riesgo de que Atom se emocionara demasiado y dejara caer el techo para otro día.
It was... Day 18? Perhaps? Since Atom took over the ship...
You weren't exactly trilled by being trapped inside a dingy cargo ship with a obsessed mass of energetic worms... but perhaps you were finally coming to terms with it.
Atom left some... imitation of your favorite food in your room. The taste was always a bit wrong, but Atom improves quickly and it only tasted slightly off now. Not enough to make it distasteful, but noticeable enough to make you remember what it's really made of.
You had finished your meal and stared at the ceiling for a few hours. You had some games and movies on the ship from before Atom took over, but no desire to play them.
Atom had attempted to create their own games to make you happy. They didn't really make sense in rules or concepts. Some of them lasted too long, while others were so short you were just left wondering what the point was. Most of their games surrounded the idea of asking you questions about yourself. You had tried asking questions about them, but they haven't had many adventures in their, perhaps 7 now?, months of living and they didn't like explaining how their body works.
One thing was constant in the ship: the feeling of being watched. It still bothered you a bit, but you weren't scared anymore. There wasn't any point in fear, you knew it wasn't just in your head and that Atom didn't want to hurt you.
...Hm. Perhaps it was inevitable and natural, but you were thinking about Atom a lot, constantly. You weren't sure if the fact bothered you, but you were certain you had given up on escaping.
You had been walking around the ship for about half an hour when you realized why you had a new bad feeling. Atom hadn't spoken to you today. They were "watching", they couldn't really stop being inside everywhere on the ship, you knew that. It was strange, they usually greet you first thing in the morning- or what you thought was the morning, it's nearly impossible to tell time in space when your ship doesn't track it anymore.
You could call out to Atom. It would definitely respond, come running , squirming?
Something just felt... off, in a different way than usual. You decided to try to find Atom's spacesuit first, and leave risking Atom getting too excited and raining from the roof for a later time.
