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Cyn wasn’t stalking Uzi—she was observing her intensely from a respectful distance with occasional note-taking and zero shame. Totally normal behavior for a reformed murder machine trying to understand feelings and also maybe figure out why Uzi’s smile made her internal cooling system glitch.
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“It's not stalking if you care, right?” Cyn said while staring at the unknowing Uzi in the distance.
“REMEMBER, CYN. JUST FOR SCIENCE,” she repeated to herself while clenching the pen and journal in her hand, planning for her stalking to be nothing more than a simple crush that will just last a while.
“Subject 27. Purple-haired freak, likes those sped-up songs, and if I must admit… is quite C-U-T-E. Giggle.”
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“Note to self– Purple suits her, why? Don't know.” Cyn glanced off toward Uzi again, scribbling her thoughts onto her journal before looking back up just to see the purple-haired girl… Gone.
“Oh, what the hell. Just a second ago, that stupid drone was here… Whatever.” She’d follow Uzi’s steps, but to no avail—each step she thought was the direction to that beanie girl only stiffened the scent of the flailing girl that was left behind.
“Where could she be?” Cyn muttered while tightening her grip on the pen and journal. “I swear. This girl really irritates me… sometimes. She just runs off like she runs off every single problem she has.”
A long pause.
“What if she knew? What if she left on purpose? Did she see me stalking her—” Cyn rambled more until she bumped into a tall white drone.
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“Hey, Cyn! Whatcha doing?”
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“Is this darn drone really asking me what I’m doing? Why right now? Why does he care so much?” Cyn thought to herself before responding.
“Oh, N. Didn't expect you to be here. I'm just here in the bunker, need anything?”
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“Nothing… Haha, just really bored here! So you don’t mind if we get some drone-friendly coffee later?” N asked.
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“Actually, I do mind. I have important business to do,” Cyn replied firmly while crossing her arms.
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“Like what exactly..? Wait… Business as in emotions?” N asked, raising an eyebrow.
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“Wouldn’t you like to know, puppy drone.” Cyn, clearly aggravated, pushed N and continued her search for her favorite one.
She followed the trace of footsteps left by her black boots, which led her to her dorm room, A-1. “Fuck.”
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Cyn muttered to herself, “How am I supposed to enter here without her noticing? Or even without her key?”
Then she grinned, sharply. “Giggle.”
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She remembered something, and following her plan, she went into a vent near the dormitory, using her bare metal hands to unscrew the enclosed bars shutting the insides away from any ordinary drone before heading in.
“Normal drones knock. Smart drones like I, break in through vents. Growth.”
Cyn’s metal skin scraped against the alloy of the vents. The screeching noise grew louder with each move she made. With every rattle of her shoes, the closer she got to her soon-to-be love of her life.
“Where is her room? Emotional disdain. This forage for Uzi is really infuriating me,” Cyn said with no pure thoughts in her voice except for one thing: Uzi. Cyn beamed at the thought of her, and the thought of having that grape-haired girl to herself made her heart radiate.
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As she kept crawling with no one else except her reflection on the glossy vents, her venture came to a sudden stop.
Cyn fell and landed in a slightly familiar room. She curled her lip in disdain as she smelled something rotting in the room. When she tilted her head up, all Cyn could see was a straight-purple-haired drone in one of those tacky cheerleader outfits the school provides.
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“Зачем здесь находиться — липкие обломки и металл?” [Purpose for being here, scraps and metal?] Doll asked with scorn in her voice.
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“…“ Cyn just blankly stared at the deceased drones in the purple-haired lady’s room. The drones, already in their rigor-mortis stage, stank with the aroma of decaying meat and tissue.
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“Эй, ржавая жесть. Я с тобой говорю.” [Hey, rusty tin. I’m talking to you.]
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“Huh.” Cyn replied, not giving Doll the reaction she wanted.
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“Ой, ответь на мой вопрос. Урод.” [Oi, answer my question. Freak.]
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“OK. OK.” Cyn spoke before ending her sentence with a long pause. “I just accidentally got here, Doll.”
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“Что за куча дерьма.” [What a whole bunch of bullshit.] Doll said, stomping her feet on the ground. “А теперь скажи мне, почему ты здесь?” [Now tell me the actual reason why you're here.]
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“I really don’t know what you want me to say, dull-witted piece of machinery. Do you want me to say that I actually have a little crush on you and was stalking you?” She glared at Doll with a hint of grudge in her eyes.
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“Может быть, я и так думаю, мы никогда не узнаем, с твоим-то большим эго. Не мог бы ты поделиться частью этого эго с классом, Син?” [Maybe I do, we’ll never know with that big of an ego of yours. Mind sharing some of that ego with the class, Cyn?]
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“Stop with your nonsense. I’m going to go. Goodbye, Doll. I hope we nev—”
Just as she tried to trudge out the door, Doll stopped her in her tracks and circled her.
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“Куда ты собираешься идти? Ты пойдешь, когда я скажу.” [Where do you think you're going? You'll go when I tell you to.]
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“And who says that?” Cyn kicked Doll on her upper thigh. With the amount of force she put into it, it was surprising that a crunch wasn’t heard. But yet again, when she thought she could finally leave, the foreign voice spoke once more.
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“Я, ты, идиот-машина.” [I did, you idiot of a machine.] Doll huffed under her breath before using her solver, slamming Cyn onto the nearby wall and ultimately discharging her onto the ground, causing the maid-dressed girl to fall unconscious.
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“Guhh—” were the last words Cyn uttered before she went numb.
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“Сладких снов, тупица.” [Sweet dreams, drone-tard.] Doll said before muttering another comment. “Возможно, вам окажут большее предпочтение, когда вы будете без сознания.” [Maybe you'll be favored more when you're unconscious.]
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End of Chapter 1