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Intro Post
Aug. 15th, 2010 06:18 pmRiver is deep in the old world of gleaming scalpels and fluorescent lights, of the masked men and women who bind her and administer the lightning kiss of electrodes, turning her screams into statistics and hypotheses. Sometimes, instead of lab coats, they wear the bounty hunter's orange space suit, or her brother's well-pressed silks; sometimes they speak to her in his voice, telling her that it's all right, all right now, she's safe...
The white-haired girl is wearing an Academy uniform just like her own. She watches from the corner with deep red eyes that hold nothing and everything.
They got into this one's head, too, River realizes. Cut her open like a fruit, took the sweet pulp and squeezed out what they needed, used what they wanted, discarded the rest when they were done. "I'm sorry," she tries to say, "I'm sorry, I want to help, but I couldn't even -" Help myself, she doesn't finish, because she knows... She knows she's dreaming; if she can move one hand, or even a finger, she'll be able to wake up. She wills the dreaded lab to shift into her familiar bunk, listens to the thrum of the ship that will guide her back to where she belongs. Simon and the rest of the crew are waiting for her.
The girl shakes her head. "Yes, you can," she says, and holds out her hand.
When River floats free of her bonds, she looks backward over her shoulder, in case she needs to memorize the way home.
The white-haired girl is wearing an Academy uniform just like her own. She watches from the corner with deep red eyes that hold nothing and everything.
They got into this one's head, too, River realizes. Cut her open like a fruit, took the sweet pulp and squeezed out what they needed, used what they wanted, discarded the rest when they were done. "I'm sorry," she tries to say, "I'm sorry, I want to help, but I couldn't even -" Help myself, she doesn't finish, because she knows... She knows she's dreaming; if she can move one hand, or even a finger, she'll be able to wake up. She wills the dreaded lab to shift into her familiar bunk, listens to the thrum of the ship that will guide her back to where she belongs. Simon and the rest of the crew are waiting for her.
The girl shakes her head. "Yes, you can," she says, and holds out her hand.
When River floats free of her bonds, she looks backward over her shoulder, in case she needs to memorize the way home.
