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"Heyyyyyyy, hiiiiii. How're you doing?" A red-haired waitress appears. You stare at her. She just stares back, with an expectant smile and that vacant look in her eyes. "Oh. Sorry. That's not right. What would you like to order, miss?"
You just keep staring at her, silently. "Are you okay, miss?" The M Company woman fidgets. "I can tell you more about what we have today, if you like."
You don't say a word as she starts jabbering very quickly, almost incoherently about the menu. Brand new C Company coffee strains! (On sale in the wake of a recent facility raid!) Freshly milked melk, straight from the tap! A new mental stabilizer formula from P Company! You still hear chuckling from the other table. You don't look, but you're sure he's laughing at you like an ant under a fingernail. You can almost feel the laughter writhing under your skin.
You order a small Americano just to make it stop. "I'll be riiiiiiiiight back, sweetheart!" She hurries back inside. The man keeps chuckling as he talks to his companions.
You feel very ill. Somehow M Company Drones always make you ill. You know they are supposed to be endearing, and you should be tolerant, but you wanted to swing on her with your rebar. It's like thinking you found a fellow human being only to find out she lacks a soul and is some kind of childish simulacrum parody monster. Smiling without a care in the world. Instinctual recognition of the uncanny and empty, or worse.
But if that's true, what's all this... pitiful, deep-seated jealousy?
A nauseating feeling congeals in your chest as thick as bile or black tar. It's rotting throughout your entire body.
You just sit there, wet, thinking about all the people you hate.
<span class="mu-s">[HEARTLESS] All because of "something."</span>
"Hey baby." The laughing man is calling you from the other table. You turn. His mouth is open and his lips are peeled back in the smile of a dog. All of his teeth are pearly white. "You want to make an easy hundred bucks?"
"Save it John." The sitting man looks down at his companion. "Don't drag her into this."
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