Charlie climbed out of the charging cavity, this sunny day proving another occasion of which she had to open the park, though she’d very much prefer just continuing her sleep-akin writing. She walked toward the gate, alone this time around, her robotic counterparts already knowing she wanted some space.
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She walked toward the gates, heels on the pavement the only thing being heard in the deafening silence. The doors creaked violently open, and a crowd of the usual visitors stood beyond, seeing plainly through the smile Charlie gave them as she got on her podium, her grief radiating more than any glory.
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“Hello and welcome! Everyone is inside, so without further ado, on this-” She paused, though nothing was wrong with her system, “Third day of Summer, I welcome you to The Village of Shapists!”
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The gates behind her swung open, light flooding in from the direction of the rising sun. She had done the introduction wrong, as she was normally supposed to stand before the now already risen diamond fountain to announce the occasion, but she just didn't feel like it, and she didn't have it in her. Besides, she needed to find Martin.
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She departed her podium, rushing by the visitors there to drop their children off. She took a right at the diamond fountain, heading toward the brownstone that she, Martin, and, once upon a time, Mialee, “lived” in.
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She entered, visitors placing their infants in cribs to be taken care of, then waving at Charlie once they noticed her. But where was Martin? Nowhere, it appeared. She walked quickly toward the staircase, her nerves getting the better of her, and climbed up the stairs, drawing concern from the visitors who had never saw her in such a rush.
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“Martin?” She called, the second floor being just as people-filled as the first. “Martin!” She called again, concerned with the lack of a reply, as that was almost never the case. She once again rushed up the last flight of stairs in the brownstone to their living quaters, and there Martin was, sitting on the floor and fiddiling with whatever it was he had in his hand, apparently oblivious to the mentioning of his name.
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“Martin! There you are!” He turned toward her, smiling like she was a stranger to him.
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“Oh, so you’re my new roomie!”
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Charlie stared at him, at a loss for words. “Roomie…?”
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