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Even though she wasn’t experiencing the physical pain I was, she was very much part of this ordeal, enduring the emotional torture with me.
“Stay with me,” she whispered, her voice quivering. “We’ll get through this.”
Her words, her touch, were a balm to my battered soul.
But as comforting as they were, I couldn’t escape the reality of my rapidly deteriorating state.
With each passing second, more of my energy, more of the plasma, was being extracted.
The pull was growing stronger, more demanding.
I felt myself being hollowed out, like a tree trunk being devoured from the inside by ravenous insects.
Was this the end?
The culmination of our journey?
Would Ikhax’s desire for power eclipse our fledgling love story?
The thought was devastating.
As my consciousness grew dimmer, flashes of our shared moments flooded my mind.
The stolen glances, the laughter, the shared dreams of a future.
They were vibrant, beautiful, stark contrasts to the cold, sterile environment I found myself in now.
The world was blurring, colors blending into a muted haze.
My body felt distant, as if it was floating.
The machine’s pull, its relentless thirst for my plasma, was rendering me weaker by the second.
* * *
Amid the relentless pain and the numbing, droning sound of the machine, an oasis of memories blossomed in my mind.
It started as a faint echo but rapidly grew in intensity and vibrancy.
As though my mind sought escape, it took me back to the Fabrication days with Violet.
Those days felt like lifetimes ago, and yet, as present as the very air I strained to breathe.
There she was, her eyes twinkling as we explored the simulated world together.
It was a realm of endless possibilities, where we crafted our dreams and hopes.
Her laughter, as genuine and spontaneous as it had been then, echoed in the vast expanse of my thoughts.
The images then shifted, evolving from mere memories to projections of a life not yet lived.
I saw us, outside of the mechanical confines and the sterile environment of the current world.
We were on a farm, a simple, earthy expanse of land bathed in the soft glow of a setting sun.
The vision was as detailed as it was comforting.
Rows of crops swayed gently with the breeze, their tips kissed by the last rays of sunlight.
