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Clara's vision faded in and out of darkness, barely able to see the world around her as she tried to focus her eyes on anything. It was as if there was a fog before her eyes and no matter how hard she tried or how many times she blinked there wasn't anything Clara could do to see again. Dark and light fading between each other was all there was: she couldn't feel anything, not her body or the temperature of wherever she was, and as for sound all she could hear was a dull ringing. Something had happened, Clara was sure of it, but what? She could barely focus her mind on anything, her thoughts moving to quickly and to slowly all at once. Something bright flashed, making her vision white out before blackness surrounded her and Clara was lost to the world...
Part Two: The Body
Heavy. That was how she felt. As if all her limbs were weighted down, or else she was strapped down and unable to move. Shaking her head slightly Clara tried to push herself up, prop herself onto her elbows so she could look around herself rather than just staring blankly up at the white ceiling. Pushing her elbows back with all her strength Clara faltered, whatever she was laying on breaking below her with a deep crack. Before she had time to react Clara was on the floor, the white medics bed she had previously been on broken in two around her. Pain momentarily shot up Clara's spine, but dully she realised that was all that hurt, everything else just had that heavy feeling she couldn't shake off. Staring blankly down at herself it took Clara's eyes a moment to adjust, unable to believe what she was seeing as she stared bleakly at her naked body.
Black lines covered her like tattoos, criss-crossing and snaking up each of her four limbs before finishing at her shoulders and hips. Her torso was completely bare of these lines, the stark contrast making her nakedness almost rude or overwhelming. Those weren't her arms or legs, they couldn't be. Everything felt wrong, that heavy feeling she had felt just moments before weighing down on each of her four limbs as she stared at them. This isn't me. This is wrong. Her eyes darted over and over her limbs as she stared down at herself, not noticing the passing of time or the cold that crept in on her bare body. The blankness was leaving her, that emotionless state that kept her centred and calm at all times was dropping away to be replaced with repulsion, shock and more than anything fear. The fear she fort off every day of her life, and the fear that she had created the emptiness for which she carried with herself wherever she went. The inability to feel anything for fear of feeling something. Clara the robot. Clara the robot.
Eyes widening she lifted a hand up to her face, holding it barely half a foot away from herself Clara studied the black lines. They traced every joint and muscle, thin around her fingers but becoming thicker and more pronounced on her forearm. The skin between the black lines, covering the negative space, looked so real. Without a moments pause her tongue darted from between her lips as she licked the skin of her arm. A metallic taste filled her mouth, like the residue she often had on her skin after she had mended a car or had worked on the space craft. And the way the skin had felt, just like that: skin. It looked and felt so real, but Clara was sure there was something wrong. Something just beneath the surface that she couldn't quite see.
As if that part of her arm she was staring intently at had read Clara's mind the panels of skin started to raise up and pull away from each other, each perfectly keeping it's shape with a black edge that were the lines covering her body. But that was nothing compared to what she saw under the skin. Hundreds of wires filled her arm, surrounding a metal piston along with any number of valves and tubes that were all working perfectly in sync. At any other time Clara would have sat there in wonder at the work, the beautiful way everything worked together to allow her to move her fingers or else turn her arm. Any other time Clara would have been fascinated, but this was her arm and not another's, and all she felt was disgust.
Turning over onto all fours, her arm still held out before her, Clara kneeled as vomit spewed from her lips and onto the cold tile floor. Tears stung her eyes, leaving trails down her cheeks, as she knelt there hunched over unable to control the sobs that raked her body as she stared at her arm. Voices sounded in the corridor, running footsteps heading towards her as she vomited once more into the ground. Looking up, her hair matted around her as her open arm hung before her face Clara stared blankly at the two people who had entered. The fellow mechanic she worked with on the ship, a boy who was like a brother to her, and the ships doctor, a man who was like a grandfather to her. "What have to done to me?" She spoke hoarsely, throat burning from the vomit that was now pooled below her. Clara's eyes were dead as they fell from the two men before her and back to her arm, the mechanical parts still working furiously. "What am I?"
Part Three: The Cyborg
Clara sat curled up on her cot, the humming of the spaceship they were travelling on whirring around her. Her right arm was hanging off the edge of the bed, flopping as loosely as her new body would allow. A valve was protruding from the inside of her wrist, connected to a clear tube which in turn was connected to a large metal box. Clara's eyes stared down at the valve in her arm, acting out the new routine of having to purify the chemicals that now coursed through both her arms and legs. It had been two weeks since she had woken up, alone and naked in the hospital wing. Three weeks since her friends had finished rebuilding her into what she now was. Four weeks since the explosion that had cost her all four limbs as another pirate ship attacked their own. And a month since she had could remember feeling like herself, in as much as she felt anything. Clara let her eyes close as she concentrated on the way the chemicals felt throughout her body, the way the wires wove around the pistons that make her work. Clara the robot. Clara the cyborg.
Thank you so much for reading! I haven't written a drabble in a while and I had a lot of fun writing this. To learn more about Clara and read her character bio check out this page. It also has my other characters for Sanctivus there. And don't forget to check out Sanctivus if you want to RP with her or my other characters! It is my favourite RP cult on this site, great story and a lot of original characters as well as good RPers! Thanks again for reading (:
[Drabble] Clara the Robot
January 02, 2014, 02:50:am
Thank you so much for the feedback everyone! I really appreciate it (: if you have the time I changed the first part of the second paragraph of the second part ( ) in an attempt to make it more clear. Can you tell it is just her legs and arms now?
I've seen and read this before, yet I still tear up When I was younger, there was a biker 'gang' who had their like... whatcha call it, club house type thing (looool) right down the street from me.They were the sweetest people ever
Are you fucking kidding me right now?
This just proves you aren't fucking mature enough to have a kid.
Not all mothers who have 'angel babies' were due to a miscarriage.
Some mothers have actually given birth to their children, and had them die at a young fucking age, for a multitude of fucking reasons.
Having angel babies isn't JUST due to a fucking miscarriage, and the fact that you could even own a PARENTING CULT, and on the verge of having a child your fucking self, and think that parents with angel babies are 'annoying', shows how shitty of a human being you really are.
I hope for your sake you NEVER have to fucking go through the kind of pain a lot of these parents go through when they lose their children, be it a miscarriage or otherwise. I hope for your sake your child comes out of the womb happy and healthy. I hope for your sake your child doesn't have a lung be underdeveloped, or a brain tumor, or end up with a rare, incurable cancer. I hope for your sake you don't have to sit by and watch as your child's health slowly deteriorates and they end up passing away as a result.
As much as I want to bash your fucking face in, I hope you never have to go through that pain, because no parent should EVER have to experience that with their children. No parent should have an angel baby because something happened during the pregnancy, or because the child got really sick after they were born.
You're such a shitty fucking person, and a heartless human being.
People are not obligated to comment or rate you just because they viewed your profile.
If someone drops by, reads your profile and doesn't say anything, it's probably because of your shitty personality, or they were just having a look in the first place.
Get off your high horse. Seriously.
If you want to have a conversation with people, start one.
Hey, I'm Laura and this is what I've made so far for Christmas.
I used these things;
- Old jars.
- Old vases.
- Fake snow.
- Fake little christmas trees.
- Candy canes.
- Christmas decorations.
- Snowflake stickers.
- Deer stickers.
- Santa candle.
- Snowmen with light.
- Fake little candles that you can switch on.
When you click the link for a YouTube video and realise there's a 30-second advert to sit through first, do you go "Oh boy! My cup runneth over!"?
When you get a phonecall and it turns out to be a "Steve" (clearly short for "Steveaneesh Ramaputra from Chennai") who's really keen to tell you about how you are lucky enough to qualify for a special deal on loft insulation, does your gusset become moister than the Mediterranean?
And do you click on "Top Journals" going "Oh, boy, oh boy! I hope it's ADVERTS today!"? And, on seeing them, do you spontaneously spray so much semen over your keyboard that you'll never manage to get the space bar working properly again?
The chance are that you probably don't. Sure, there probably are some sick freaks out there who love that sort of stuff but they're probably on a par with those who like having their scrotums impaled on stiletto heels. They are welcome to their odd little world, but let's not try assuming it should be inflicted on the wider mass of humanity, right?
When you put a cult banner on VF and prop it up the rankings, I'd guess maybe 1 in a thousand to 1 in ten thousand might just think about joining. The remaining 999 to 9999 will, for a fleeting instant, think you're a twat. The drip-drip effect of this on your place in the collective sphere of consciousness must be devastating. Frankly, if you're considering filling up Top Journals with cult banners you might as well get out a permanent marker pen and write "Basically, I'm a cunt" across your forehead.
Admittedly, if someone turned that into a picture and lodged it in a cult banner, I might just join their cult.
this will probs get fails by those who don't like me but eh don't care. won't happen anyways, just wishful thinking.
but i should.
let me explain why.
but first, why i want to be.
my evolution on vf has come full circle. naturally, this is the only thing left for me to do. i've done socializing. i've done cults. i've done many cults. two very successful ones. both being number 1 in their respective categories. one dominating for a year and the other for 2 years. with various other genre cults in between and a few non-genre. i've done design. well, i'm still doing it but it's not very exciting. i've done the "VF Design Team." was even the VF content designer for a brief period. BORED NOW. extremely and painfully. so i think bein an admin would liven this place up for me. a win win situation. contributing to my sad predicament while i contribute to the team. it works. sounds great.
1. INNOVATIVE. can help come up with new and exciting VF Contests and site ideas. really, i'm good at that.
2. LEADERSHIP SKILLS. see above cult domination. that was when i was dedicated. i also tend to help coordinate things in my various places of employment too.
3. GENEROUS. can help with VF contest prizes so you can offer more of a VARIETY thus getting a better turn out of participants and the comfort of knowing that everyone will get their prizes in a timely manner.
4. LOYAL AND DEDICATED. been a member of VF on and off for 7 years now. granted, more people have been on here longer than me but for ME, that's a record.
5. DESIGNER. can help create bitchin new designs for merchandise on the regular. i know, there's the vfdt for that but.. i hear they're quite overloaded right now so i'm JS, i'm just another option.
6. meticulous organizer with a can do attitude.
7. spends 3-4 hours on VF durin work days and longer on off days. and i check vf every chance i get when workin. idk cuz i'm like obsessed or something even tho nothing ever happens. which means plenty of time to get stuff done.
8. UNBIASED when resolving issues. even if i can't stand someone, i'm still cordial with them when it comes to problems. yes, i speak my mind. yes, i get mad and vent. but i can be professional when necessary.
9. gets along well with all corners of vf IF ya know what i mean. i guess you can call me the negotiator. and i say that very generally as a whole. obviously not everyone will like you or get along with you nor will you like and get along with every single person you meet.
10. constant creative faucet. need i say more? i think i mighta said that already in a different way. but this is a reminder.
11. reliable and dependable. like lassie. ol' faithful.
12. even if it's the only thing i would be allowed to do, i would check those tickets obsessively. something about resolving issues gives me good feels. and i would make sure not a one went unanswered. quick to the draw. 24 hour guarantee. NO MAN LEFT BEHIND.
i would also go so far as to say that it's always good to have a wildcard. i've been in trouble before, that's true. got myself deleted. but i've paid my dues, endured my shame, and worked especially hard to regain favor. did everything i was asked to do. donated to vf app fund. contributed to vfdt. earned my keep. isn't shockvalue also a good thing? not a lot but ya know, just a wee bit. YOU WANNA BE ABLE TO TRUST A PERSON TO DO THEIR JOB AT LEAST.
anyway, this is about 60% longer than i initially planned. nobody's gonna read all this holy shit. i'm clearly bored and expect nothing out of this. ;_______;
tl;dr give me admin or give me death.
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