>>5672218https://youtu.be/ETU90pDtHJE Stray Dog OST - Kenji Kawai - 1. STRAY DOG Prologue
>80: SG.Fizz reaches through a series of bottles, her cybernetic hand dancing nervously across the tops of each one gracefully. Autopilot was nice sometimes. Her mind went over the events of today, but maybe every day of her life. It felt like things weren't real lately, like there was some big hand just guiding her along. Now this, in the pocket of AKSG, in the pocket of this Lighthouse. They treated her fair right? There was give and take. Sometimes only take, that was how life was though...
It was raining outside, and normally that was nothing to see. but up here in the lighthouse bar, she looked out the window and brushed a lock of hair away from an eye that had been replaced once before. Below it was still dry enough that the dust was kicking up in the wind, dancing with the rain. Soon it would be muddy silt. Life wasn't so bad. She had live long enough to be considered "old" by the current crop of runners.... By the time her hands were done with their mechanical dance a tumbler of softly bubbling drink was pushed to SG.
He knew better. He really did, but it had been a long day. He took a sip, and one of the worms on his arm also dunked a beak like maw into the draught. Before his sense of taste could register anything, and really before his sense of touch, his worms processed many foreign compounds and mild pharmaceutical agents clashing with botanical elements. This one was bitter, the carbonation was actually painful, with a harsh citrus and herbal bite but there was something sweet in there too. Like a memory of something he couldn't quite remember. Rictus and scarred flesh on his torn face slowly, with great effort, into a smile. He sat there in silence, drinking, and smiling. He could smile. that was something. The worms relaxed in his throat, and he felt less constricted for the first time in a long time. "Thanks for the drink." hey, that didn't entirely sound like a moan destressed, just sort of a throat after gargling gravel.
---
>88: Fizz.Cola and cola and a splash of something sticky and dark, shaken with ice and then stirred but upside down. With just a splash of cola. Again. and again. And Again. The bar's counter was curved, no hard edges, glossy, and somehow just the right height to put her head down. SG was fiddling with the medal around his neck. Felt heavy. The rain was coming down hard now, outside the alien plans swayed in the wind, and sagged under the downpour. Whatever this place was made of did an ok job of keeping out the howl of wind and roar of the rain. The girl was sleeping on the bar. A walk down to the bunks and back, he left a blanket over her then called it a day. Time for some shut eye.
Fizz's dreams were full of places she had never been, and a half-formed entity, like a ball of light but not, trying to talk to her. She wanted to understand , but it didn't make sense. Intense light overwhelmed the moment.
