Do not go gentle into that good night.
Word count: 1,6k words
TW: Angst, character death.
A/N: Heyo, pretty much new to Tumblr. This is my first english oneshot as english is my secondary language. It’s an alternative scene of my story in planning. @thirium-bae is the one who encouranged me to post my stuff here, a big shoutout to her. She is an amazing writer. Well, enjoy!
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“Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
Lost in space, time becomes an endless piece in the vast emptiness. Not ever visible, never really there. But when one thing becomes a permanent companion, it loses meaning. The meaning of a day, month, a year gets lost, forever vanishing in the space which embraces us. It leads us to the question of what time really is.
Is it a science, only explained through numbers and words?
Is it a fickle instrument, fragile as glass and yet as devastating as a gun?
Is it an animal, which needs to be contained and handled with caution?
Is it a monster, looming and thriving in the never ending darkness?
No answer. No answer to the burning question. Although, there was an opposition to the unending singularity, echoing tick of a hourglass.
Gravity crossed the rules of time without any care, creating a bridge in the singularity nobody could control.
And love was part of it.
Because real and unconditional love never yields, never stops blooming, to be the wonderful flower it is with all the flaws included. Alas, love that controls gravity was love that would never yield to the whims of time and space.
Thus a flower born in the path between the two invisible forces, making it feel less void.
But all of what you just read were hypotheses, something so wonderful that it might as well has been ripped off from a goodnight story.
What happened to the white innocence which the flower was?
The supernova will light up everything.
No escape, no glory in this.
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It was hopeless.
Hopelessly in love; hope burned down into ashes.
The tale of one’s love against all obstacles was about to find its end. The dance of love and passion came to halt. No more beautiful butterflies flying around, the butterfly effect taking their place. Their corpses laid in the arms of the dark, the wings ripped apart, no longer free.
Rain came harshly down on earth, a force of nature that will always be unforgiving. And as the night embraced the world, they ran.
Alexa ran from one roof to the other, with all the speed she was capable of, searching and scanning for one particular brown-eyed android.
Alexa.
That was her designation. It was the name they gave her.
Whoever thought it was a good idea to name her that had some obvious trouble with their thought process.
Which was a contradiction, because they gifted her something..wonderful. Something wonderful as seeing the sun on their synthetic skin, the clouds dancing in the sky and the rain pouring down, seemingly washing away everything with it.
They gave her life, but as a slave to humanity.
The day had been a normal one in the long list of their “lives". Bewildering Gavin with her “Colon open parenthesis” saying. Frustrating him because he couldn’t find out what it actually meant. Being told multiple times to shut up. Telling Hank that “yeet” was not a wise way of expressing things (and him “kindly” telling her to shut it), Hank in return telling Alexa to play Despacito and talking to Officer Tina.
It was like she wasn’t a machine, instead a human being. Like them.
Of course it hadn’t been always like that, especially having an anti-android partner like Gavin. But in the flow of time, they became something akin “partners in crime” as the human saying went by.
Which didn’t exclude him being an asshole; he still was one, and probably always would be one.
Nonetheless, times changed and so could the hostility.
So she changed too.
Not the updates on her system, not the physical modifications, but herself.
Because “life” was not defined by the laws of nature, never adjusting to any kind of definition. She was a living being. Perhaps not human, but at least alive.
Even with her highly advanced processor, it took her a long time to realize. In her defense, she wasn’t the only highly advanced living being that needed a long time to figure it out.
Connor.
Connor, also a highly advanced prototype; the android sent by Cyberlife to help the Detroit Police Department with cases involving deviant androids.
Lovely brown hair, eyes so full of innocence but at the same time capable of cruelty, his little moles and freckles the sweetest details on him, and the familiar tie around his elegant neck.
When they intertwined their fingers in an act of sensuality and passion, fire ignited. So warm and welcoming, seemingly never going to extinguish.
For a moment, she felt complete, finding incredible comfort in their interfacing, like she became truly his and he truly hers for a moment. The love they held for each other was impactful and meaningful in a way she could never hope to explain. It was unexpected, the passion, desire, and sensuality.
Something she would never trade. He and his love for her became a part of her life, a constant reminder that she could actually feel something, anything at all.
She was alive.
And there truly was nothing more that could make her happier than spending her life with Connor. Now and forever. But in the end, everything had lost it meaning. The meaning of being alive.
You want to know what destroyed it, discarded it like it was just some trash amongst piles of it?
Because of one single order.
A single reminder that they were still machines.
And will never be truly free.
“Dispose of it.”
In the dance of the afterlight caused by the supernova of star-struck lovers, where one struggled to maintain balance and the other one choose for him; seemingly making it easier for him, but truthfully for her.
It had been a hopeless fight, she knew.
So she made her decision.
His lovely brown hair, no longer as neat as she came to know and love, his eyes held an inner turmoil, clearly fighting against himself, his programming.
She loved and would forever love Connor.
Which is why she had to do this.
“Connor.”
His eyes widened in shock as he heard the voice of his love. She wished to never have seen the eyes she so adored with such a horrid expression.
But it was necessary.
She started to move towards him, faster and faster, as if she was going to attack him. Connor just stood there, completely frozen..
Love was beyond words, an otherworldly beauty.
But instead, she slung her arms around him in a hug.
“Connor, it’s alright.”
Love, love, love. So many definitions, but never quite enough to capture what it meant.
“What-don’t-GET AWAY FROM ME!”
The words fell on deaf audio processors; she only hugged him tighter in response.
“It’s alright Connor. It will be fine, I promise.”
He struggled against his system, fought and fought, but it wasn’t quite enough.
“DO NOT MAKE ME DO THIS, PLEASE ALEXA!” a desperate voice echoing in the world of no glory.
A beautiful dream came to an end in on this roof. The sharp objection was just behind her back, both hands raised in the air to lunge.
“Connor, I-“
Whatever she wanted to say never got the chance to be said because his mission was accomplished.
Her love stabbed the knife through her back, hitting one too important biocomponent.
Freed from the chains his creators built, he held his dying love in his arms. The song of passion and desire failed to lead the machine astray from its creators. It all came down to this showdown.
WARNING: BIOCOMPONENTS DAMAGED, LOSING 310 THIRIUM
“Why did you do this?”
He held her fragile body tightly, afraid to lose her more than he already has.
Connor knew what new emotion he was feeling this time. It was horrific, overbearing and absolutely terrifying.
Heartbreak.
He just couldn’t understand why she sacrificed herself in such manner. Why she would sacrifice her life at all.
The rain mixed with her blue blood, drops falling down heavily on the both of them, and making their hearts heavy, letting it sink to the deepest pit. Silence embraced the tragedy, only the rain really existing in this moment.
There were raindrops dripping from his face, mixing with his own tears, leaking through what shouldn’t be possible.
The world seemed to halt for a moment. A moment which seemed like an eternity. Unfortunately, the life draining in his arms didn’t halt, washing away with the rain.
WARNING: SHUTTING DOWN VISUAL AND AUDIO PROCESSORS.
“Connor?”
She couldn’t see or hear anymore, like she was wrapped in the silent darkness. Alexa could feel pure horror gripping her, feeling how she was slowly dying.
She realized she didn’t want to die. She didn’t want to miss the warmth of her love.
Alexa wasn’t and hadn’t been ready to die, there was so much she still didn’t get to explore and learn about.
WARNING: SYSTEM SHUTDOWN IN 10 SECONDS
“Connor I’m sorry….for being so selfish,” her voice was staticky, a mess of glitches.
“It’s okay…” his response was a mere whisper.
9 SECONDS
“But please…don’t leave me alone.”
“I’m right here, i’m not going to leave..”
8 SECONDS
“I can’t see or hear anything. It’s only dark here.” Her voice rose in panic. She tried to grab anything, something that would sooth her growing fear.
“I’m right here…” he whispered, took hold of her hands and intertwined them one last time.
7 SECONDS
“Connor, Connor I-I can’t see. I-I can’t hear you. P-Please be still here. ”
“I know…I know. I am still here. I won’t leave,” he replied, voice shaking.
6 SECONDS
“I don’t want to be alone, I’m so sorry for lying. Please don’t leave me, I’m not ready to die yet.”
His grip on her tightened, not that she would notice.
5 SECONDS
“I-I don’t want to die, I’m selfish.”
“Yes you are incredibly selfish…”
Incredibly selfish for making this even more painful, for being honest.
4 SECONDS
“I’m so sorry. Please don’t let me go.”
“I’m not letting you go.”
3 SECONDS
“Please…don’t let me die. I’m so sorry.”
“I’m sorry…I’m so sorry…I won’t let you die, so please don’t die on me.”
2 SECONDS
“Connor I- I’ll a-always-”
“Please….say it. One more time.”
1 SECOND
“I lov-v-”
SYSTEM SHUTDOWN
“Alexa…. love?”
And so one more android went offline.
The once white roses were stained blue, the innocence stolen by the harsh and uncompromising world. Icarus drifted endlessly away from the bright sun she loved and fell into the void, a cold bottomless pit.
Connor, I’m sorry.
Please don’t leave me alone here.
It’s so cold without your warmth.
Do not let me go gentle into that good night.
And thus, the flower wilted silently, the result of a virus that truly will never leave us be. Time just continued to tick, uncaring about what it took from us. A fresh breeze of the wind blew away the ashes. The hourglass became a tomb for lost innocence.
The people who forget will someday lose their identity, the people who remember mourn forever.
But they won’t forget.
So shall there be no redemption for this world.
A thunderstorm is approaching.
“I-I felt her dying.”
