Her smile grew as she heard The Killers start playing on the club speakers. This had become her favourite song. They didn't play it often…maybe a dozen times in the months she had been dancing here.
Which was to say dancing here constantly. She didn't take breaks. She kept going after they had closed, when the lights were off and the only ones still around were the other dancers. She knew something must have been done to them. They couldn't stop. She wasn't sure if they even still existed in a form that was real outside their display cages.
But then she never felt like stopping. She was never tired or hungry or anything but ready to keep moving. The little voice in her head that had been worried about that was quieter every week. She loved the feeling of showing herself off, of seeing the lascivious eyes watching her body as she gyrated and winked…or even of being ignored like the simple decoration she had become.
And she loved the music. Especially this song. Because when they sang "are we human, or are we dancer?" she knew her answer was now purely the second.
(A caption idea from a couple months ago based on a 14 year old song. That's not that long ago for one, right? Anyway I like the idea of changes where someone is more responsive than in a simple loop, but still just as stuck.)