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You see there is only one constant. One universal.
It is the only real truth: Causality.
Action, reaction.
Cause and effect.
— Merovingian
The Matrix Reloaded (2003)It lingered under her skin ever present and inexorable; pressed up against the porcelain veil that shielded her veins. It sunk into carpal sinew when she twisted her wrist this way or that. The bruise had now faded in its entirety, the flesh beneath it knitted back together. The only outwards sign of the subdermal implant was no more than a small silvery scar that would continue to fade as surely as dusk turned to night.
It was weeks’ worth of healing in just a few hours — testament to the power passed down from Jesse’s blood. Her wrist was healing as fast now as it would later on — once she removed it. Until then however, Charlie had a plan.
Readjusting the facemask across her cheekbones, the allurist glanced at the buildings lining the road. She had never known this part of town to be particularly animated, but the absence of activity was so palpable it was downright eerie to stand here, alone. There was nothing here but the ghosts of socioeconomic potential and of the myriad broken (empty) campaign promises, all immortalised in the vandalised planks of weathered wood fittings, rusted storefront gates and broken display windows. This place wouldn’t serve her purpose.
And so Charlie moved on.
She pulled on the cuffs of her coat to cover the back of her hands, then stuffed them into its woollen pockets; she felt raw in the aftermath of being microchipped, her steely exterior riddled with unseen holes that invited the evening’s chill to settle into her bones. She could feel the cold — for the first time since her siring over three years ago.
Shaken but not deterred, the allurist kept her eyes on the pavement until she reached Wickbridge. Once arrived she immediately noticed the promotional material for the upcoming election everywhere; it was another reminder that Bancroft’s campaign knew better than to advertise in the suburbs further east whence she came, where the mayor had worn out his welcome quite some time ago. Yet even in these few neighbourhoods that had somehow prevailed, the long-standing mayor wasn’t safe from his dissidents, for their loud presence was felt in the sheer amount of still-noticeable vandalism. It seemed they couldn’t replace them any faster than his opponents could tear them down.
It was weeks’ worth of healing in just a few hours — testament to the power passed down from Jesse’s blood. Her wrist was healing as fast now as it would later on — once she removed it. Until then however, Charlie had a plan.
Readjusting the facemask across her cheekbones, the allurist glanced at the buildings lining the road. She had never known this part of town to be particularly animated, but the absence of activity was so palpable it was downright eerie to stand here, alone. There was nothing here but the ghosts of socioeconomic potential and of the myriad broken (empty) campaign promises, all immortalised in the vandalised planks of weathered wood fittings, rusted storefront gates and broken display windows. This place wouldn’t serve her purpose.
And so Charlie moved on.
She pulled on the cuffs of her coat to cover the back of her hands, then stuffed them into its woollen pockets; she felt raw in the aftermath of being microchipped, her steely exterior riddled with unseen holes that invited the evening’s chill to settle into her bones. She could feel the cold — for the first time since her siring over three years ago.
Shaken but not deterred, the allurist kept her eyes on the pavement until she reached Wickbridge. Once arrived she immediately noticed the promotional material for the upcoming election everywhere; it was another reminder that Bancroft’s campaign knew better than to advertise in the suburbs further east whence she came, where the mayor had worn out his welcome quite some time ago. Yet even in these few neighbourhoods that had somehow prevailed, the long-standing mayor wasn’t safe from his dissidents, for their loud presence was felt in the sheer amount of still-noticeable vandalism. It seemed they couldn’t replace them any faster than his opponents could tear them down.
V O T E
B A N C R O F T
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B A N C R O F T
2 0 2 0
Charlie didn’t think twice before ripping the poster across its center, and where the glue was thickest the paper gave way easiest.
