#cyberpycho

The loud humming of the AV, a sound that was once her everyday, now seemed so foreign as Mara Sterling began to wake from her blacked out state. Her vision, still blurry, and one killer headache. 

Instinctively, her hands reached up to cradle the back of her head where she can only assume was struck, but met with resistance. Seemed like her hands were cuffed and locked to the AV, A jolt of voltage coursed through her as she tried to let out a groan of discomfort for her pounding head, which prompted her to whimper in pain, to be shocked again. 

The C-SWAT team, all cutting up except for the person next to her, seemed to still be a rookie or had some humanity rehabilitated into him.

“Don’t speak, It’ll only shock you. You’ll be put in a holding cell until you are no longer a threat. Free to go after.” The Officer turned his attention to the rest of the crew and they began to go on about a call from earlier in their shift. Talking about how Lt. Jayce Adams has been missing, and wondering why Flight Crew Charlie 2 was called to the Inclusion zone. 

So, MAX-TAC didn’t send Jayce in for me… is it just a cover for him? The thought crossed her mind, but before she could even finish it, they had arrived at NCPD HQ in Watson, High up on the 100th floor there was the MAX-TAC HQ AV entrance, Guns pointed back in her face once more, demands being made of her, booking the nine yards. 

Finally, she was brought to a small 5x5 room with just a chair, sitting down in the chair, the Officers then anchored her arms so that she was stationary in the chair, shock collar still on, they left her without a word. 

From there Mara sat in this brightly lit, white room, strapped to a chair and a C-Psycho collar on, which only fueled her headache.

 It wasn’t long before rage in her only began to boil over in her, these people took Jack from her, and were laughing about it before his body could even be collected, that wasn’t going to be her. Yanking and jerking herself around in the chair, she began to let out loud screams of primal rage, and for the moment she didn’t even care that she was getting burned from the voltage. 

The screams didn’t last long before they turned into whimpers of grief and pain. Mara didn’t have much left in her to give, it was an exhausting day physically, mentally…. and now…. Psychologically.. Everything stripped from her in a matter of seconds. 

I didn’t even get to tell him… to tell him I love him.. 

Ocean eyes looked up to the ceiling, the tears began to fall down the sides of her cheeks and down to her earlobes. 

She stayed this way for an untold amount of time. If you asked her, it seemed like she had been locked in there for more than 10 hours, but she wasn’t sure. 

To busy being locked up in her own hell during her holding period, silently crying and flip flopping flashbacks of all the times she wanted to tell Jack, she loved him,

 Bullets eating through what was left of his ‘Ganic body, 

His smile, 

The dead look in his eyes as he said “I’m already gone, Mars.”, 

him at work, and so on.

This went on for 8 hours. At some point tears wouldn’t even come out anymore, and it hurt to keep going, but she couldn’t stop.

There was this giant hole left inside her.. She was just bleeding out, at one point she truly thought she might die from how much pain she felt in her chest, but that was just the panic consuming her. 

Mara came to the realization that her and Jack’s dream died with him.. She couldn’t run the clinic alone, not without Joi… She would have to reteach a new AI… It didn’t seem right to just replace what’d always been there. 

“Oh you fucked up dis time, do you even know who that is you have locked up?”

 J i h z z y’s voice and footsteps started coming down the hallway and towards her room.