Dossier Thirty-Three

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Henrietta is curled up in a hospital bed, poking rather morosely at the bandage wound around her forearm.

And the stub where her hand used to be.] I won't be able to practice.

[She closes her eyes and buries her face against the pillow. When she pulls back from it she's smiling a little.] But signore Jose... He was happy. He really was.

Comments

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

That's not the point.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Why is everyone so mad? They're making a new one!

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

Because it's not all right! You don't just replace hands like-- like lightbulbs, or batteries!

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Foncusion] Yes you do.

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

No. You don't.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

But parts are easy to replace. If they aren't functioning properly or if you wear through them, you need to get new ones.

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

[changing tactics] Haven't you ever wanted to be a normal little girl? The kind who goes out to play and comes back with all her limbs?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

No. I'm a cyborg. I was designed to protect people.