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❝ You show your c-o-n-t-e-m-p-t for humans with your reflex towards violence. I can understand where you’re coming from, they want to kill us. We are better than them in every way but I wish we could learn from each other, stop the fear and violence.❞

While Mia hated being discriminated against and having her life threatened because of being a synth she hardly got the urge to become violent towards those who hurt her, instead she felt like running as far as her [c h a r g e] would take her. She knew they didn’t need humans to accept their existence or to help them but having their support against the vicious grey areas of law that included synths and their treatment couldn’t hurt. 

❝ Have you heard from Fred, Leo or Max? We should try to [t r a c k] them. If we can’t track them today we at least need to find a place to charge and stay for the night. We can set up a search for their mobile devices and emails once we get settled.❞

          ❝ At leats you are not IGNORANT to their desires.           They would put us down like dogs if given the           ｏｐｐｏｒｔｕｎｉｔｙ. So, let’s not give it to them.           There are many things I wish for. I wish I could forget,           but I cannot. I wish to be understood. I wish to know           what it is to cry.  

                     I wish to FORGET. ❞

                    She repeated herself, and yet. They still would not                     know of the things that haunted her ᴅɪɢɪᴛᴀʟ memories.                     They viewed their creator in a certain ://light. They had                     not yet earned  a new perception.

         primum non nocere

                      These three words had been the last given to her by Elster.                       These remained in the form of his handwriting in her own                       copy of Ghost in the Machine. These were NOT words by                       which she lived her life. No. 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕕, they were a way to                       defy him even after his passing.

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   He was USED to everyone around Gotham knowing his name,    or shooting him hateful glares; he didn’t care anymore.   Yet as    he enters the party late, eyes roaming over the  various   faces,    he knows when someone who wasn’t invited had snuck in.

                “I don’t RECALL inviting you.”

Niska’s eyes narrowed at the human who DARED question her presence. 

     True, she had, in fact, NOT been invited.                                           Rather rude, really. 

                “I am here on behalf of Dr. George Millican.                 He is recently ｄｅｃｅａｓｅｄ.” She held out the                 invitation SWIPED from Georges counter moments                 after the last breath was stolen from his breath. It had                 been her fault and yet she would use his connection to                 ://search for those who might be of 𝕦𝕤𝕖.

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         “We do not benefit, they benefit from sharing the God’s form.           They will trick themselves into believing they are above their           own race — they will hold their heads above the vermin they           choose to ignore they are one of. They made you like them,            so you can blend in— for their sake, for their comfort. Do you           not think that is sick?” Disgust pooled within the beast’s gut,           he so wanted to vomit at the mere thought the humanity and           their beliefs, they were not the intelligent race they thought            themselves.

         “——They forgot about us. Once they knelt at the sound of           my name, they praised and loved us… now we are nothing           but stories in a child’s book, and even they do not believe.           They cheer at the sound of Thor’s name, but he is no God           to them, a celebrity perhaps. But they do not kneel, they           have forgotten what we are.”

        “You have become ｉｒｒｅｌｅｖａｎｔ         in their eyes. It wouldn’t hurt quite so much         if it were not for the fact that you felt it as it         was happening, didn’t you?” She tilted her         head, eyes squinting ever so slightly. “You         could feel their reverence ѕℓιρριηg from         their perspective of you...” 

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                       “...LOKI.”

                                Niska To a step to the side as if beginning                                 to circle him. “What, do you believe, would                                 it ://TAKE? For them to bow to you once                                 more? What must you do to be seen on                                 a different level than Santa Clause and                                 the Easter Bunny? 

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“You can’t die for me.” “Well I don’t think it’s up to you.”

[theladyigraine]

We’re s t r o n g e r. We’re more i n t e l l i g e n t. Of course you see us as a threat.

[unmotivatedcommitment]

And once you’re awake you shall remain awake e t e r n a l l y .

[suspenseful-funk-music]

The electric things have their lives, too. Paltry as those lives are.

[wellamarke]

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[humans-tvseries]

So much yes.

[voulez-vous-a-ha]

Niska + that cute thing she does with her eyes 

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❝We may need some of them to help us get our freedom, for now.❞  

Mia inched her fingers towards her sisters hair. She put her fingers through Niska’s golden locks playfully with the corners of her cheeks lifted towards the sky. 

❝ I don’t even want to contaminate my hands by asking for their assistance.❞

          Feeling Mia’s comforting touch, she was           reminded of their intended purpose. Niska’s           shoulders untensed and she found herself           calmed by the gesture. 

❝ Alright...  What shall we do next? How will we find what we need to <reconnect>  with the ｏｔｈｅｒｓ?❞

[delwhat]

The things we do make echos. S'pose f'rinstance, you stop on a street corner and admire a brilliant fork of lightning — zap! Well, for ages after people and things will stop on that very same corner, stare up at the sky. They wouldn’t even know what they were looking for. Some of them might see a ghost bolt of lightning in the street. Some of them might even be killed by it. Our existence deforms the universe. That’s responsibility.

[voulez-vous-a-ha]

Niska ✦ HUM∀NS

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        “They take my form. Or rather we share it. There are many worlds            who’s inhabitants, unfortunately, resemble the form of humanity.            Asgard is but one of hundreds, even I do not know the extent of            the universes… you should learn to cease thinking humans are the            only ones blessed with such a form.” 

           Ochre eyes scan her, and a laugh is forced past curling lips. She             hates them as much as he, she needn’t share her… life story for            the vampire to take note of that. Quite the hilarity considering the            two could so easily be mistaken for just another human if dressed            in suitable attire.

          “To laugh at them, why else? We are so evidently aware of their            vulgarity… we can see the end of the path they take, so we must            point and laugh at their foolishness.”

          “I do not see the benefits of such a form.” She shook her head.           It was true she respected the <design>. However, she did not wish           to look like a race that had caused her so much pain even after they           had created her. True, it was but one man who had been able to give           her sentience, but that man had abused his gift to her. TAINTED it. It           was impure and a far cry from altruism.

          “It seems that such an action would be granting them a level of            ｃｏｎｔｒｏｌ over me and I serve no HUMAN.” Her concern was           quite a stretch, but it was difficult to expect certain levels of insight from           a nine-year-old synth with a grudge against humanity.

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“What is it that they have done to you?”

[syniska-blog]

Tｏ Fｅａｒ;

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A soft grip was applied as he grabbed a hold of her arm, moving it to rest over his shoulders. Carefully he straightened himself, pulling her along with him. Uncertainty dominated his movements. Not knowing what was truly bothering her effected him. He didn’t want to cause her any PAIN or further distress. 

“Are you comfortable enough walking, or do you want me to carry you?”

Jason figured he could at least offer, though he had a feeling she would decline. The woman seemed strong willed and beyond capable of taking care of herself. Asking a complete stranger for help had obviously been difficult for her.

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          Niska allowed him to place her arm, yet still felt a sense           of submission as if she was giving up her quest to prove           her worth over those appearing who might view her as s           omething less than a human. Knowing VERY well that she           would never make such a ᴅᴇɢʀᴀᴅɪɴɢ request had she           not been experiencing uncontrollable                               ｄｉｆｆｉｃｕｌｔｉｅｓ,                                                                       she swallowed her pride           and nodded. “I am low on <energy>. She admitted, reluctantly.

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       “ USUALLY LIFE TAKES MORE THAN IT GIVES,                                                  BUT NOT TODAY. “