A Contradiction of Life - Part 5.5

[The Liar]

A Contradiction of Life - Part 5.5

David bolted awake suddenly. Not the pleasant kind of awakening, like to one he had the day before, but the kind fueled by half remembered nightmares.

It was still dark outside, and the moon shone through the window. David looked at the clock. The time read 3:30, the hour of the wolf

Alyssa lay beside him, the moon shone off her still form highlighting her natural (or unnatural as it were) beauty.

Looking at her, his nightmares began to claw their way back into his consciousness; dreams of pain and loss, and fates worse then death.

His mouth was dry; he went to the sink. He pooled water in his hand and drank it, then splashed some on his face.

He’d listened to Alyssa. He’d let her delude him into thinking that everything would be alright, that the best of outcomes was assured. But deep down, he knew that wasn’t true.

She didn’t know that, she didn’t even know the criteria she was being judged by.

Hell, she didn’t even believe that. He remembered the car and the doubts she shared.

David remembered Dr. Morris. The idea that Alyssa’s fate was in that mans hands…it was sickening. A further thought that made his skin crawl; as the head of the testing department, Morris was probably privy to every intimate moment he and Alyssa ever had.

David gave a sardonic smile. She had tried to comfort him with the idea she’d kill herself, how messed up was that?

David heard a noise behind him. He turned to see Alyssa sitting up on the bed, covering herself with a sheet.

“Oh,” David said apologetically, “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

Alyssa rolled her eyes and sighed.

“You do realize I don’t actually sleep, right?” Alyssa explained, “A few hours of defrag, then the rest of the night on standby.”

“Oh…yeah,” David replied tiredly.

There was a long silence between them. He was sure she knew what was keeping him awake.
Alyssa sighed again, then gave a seductive smile.

Alyssa dropped away the sheet and walked towards him, naked in the moonlight.

“Well if you insist on being awake at this ungodly hour,” Alyssa said, seductively swaying her hips as she came toward him, “Maybe you’d care to act a little…ungodly.”

“Alyssa,” David sighed, “distracting me with sex isn’t going to make me stop worrying.”

Alyssa gave a lost look then, sat back down on the bed with a sound of exasperation.

“I don’t know what else to try,okay?” Alyssa stated sullenly, “I can’t guarantee anything. All I can do is be myself, and hope, and pray.”

“Well maybe not pray,” She added, laying down on the bed, “All the priests I’ve ever talked to seem to think god has no place for robots. Maybe I should think of taking up a form of shamanism, I mean if a rock is entitled to a soul, then surely a robot…” Alyssa continued on in this fashion.

David smirked as he sat down in his recliner; there was something strangely calming about Alyssa’s babble. He’d make sure nothing happened to her, somehow.

He could think of something…he was sure…maybe the pixies could help…they had lots of licorice…and all very…very…

David fell asleep.

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Authors notes:Err... well this got a tad redundant, and long. I didn't even get to the main point (there's going to be a 5.75). I had originally just intend on pointing something out I had worried I hadn't properly inferred last time, and it just kind of grew. Though I think this installment flows a lot better then the last one. Did I diffuse the tension to much at the end of this?