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The staff at the rehabilitation unit feel that 84 may be ready to socialise with the other liberated assets.
Asset 84 masterlist
84 kept their back to the wall, their gaze darting between the door and the windows. The large, unfamiliar room buzzed with conversation and activity as various liberated assets mingled and engaged in animated interactions. The atmosphere was filled with an energy that felt foreign and intimidating. The rehabilitation team had deemed them "ready" to interact with the other liberated assets, and now they found themselves in this strange space with only the instruction to "mingle."
As 84 considered retreating, a voice cut through their thoughts. “So, the newbie finally decided to join the rest of us?” The voice was playful, with an undertone of challenge. A woman with the number "17" tattooed on her neck and wrist leaned casually against the wall beside them, her gaze fixed on 84 with a mixture of curiosity and mischief.
84 turned their head slightly, meeting the woman’s gaze. Her relaxed demeanor and open smile seemed at odds with the chaotic environment around them. They couldn’t quite decipher her intent but found her approach less intimidating than the general atmosphere.
“I suppose,” 84 replied, their voice betraying their uncertainty as they scanned the room again. “I am not familiar with… mingling.”
The woman chuckled softly. “Yeah, it can be pretty overwhelming at first. I remember feeling like a fish out of water when I got here.”
She extended a hand towards 84, a gesture that seemed almost too casual given the circumstances. “I’m 17,” she said with a friendly grin. “I go by Tara now.”
84 hesitated before shaking her hand. “I am 84,” they replied.
Tara’s grip was firm but warm, and her smile remained genuine as she regarded 84. “Nice to meet you, 84. Don’t worry if you don’t get it right away. It takes a while to find your footing.”
84’s eyes flickered as they tried to suppress the twitch in their hands. “You seem comfortable,” they observed, trying to match Tara’s ease.
Tara shrugged. “I’ve had some time to adjust. It’s a process for everyone, especially for… even numbers.”
Tara's observation made 84 feel awkward, though they weren’t sure why. It was true that as an even number their training would have differed from 17 - Tara. They glanced at the door again. John had said he would be just outside, and that 84 could leave at any time. They looked back at Tara. She seemed sincere, though confusingly casual. 84 glanced around the room, their gaze flitting nervously from one group of liberated assets to another. The lively chatter and relaxed body language of the others seemed almost surreal compared to their internal chaos.
“How about I give you a quick tour?” Tara suggested suddenly, pushing herself off the wall and taking a few steps before pausing and looking at 84, seemingly waiting for them to follow.
84 hesitated, their gaze shifting between Tara and the various groups in the room. The prospect of a tour was both intriguing and intimidating. They nodded slowly, taking a cautious step forward. “Alright.”
Tara smiled and started to walk through the room. “After the rehab team deems you ready, you can come and go from this area without needing an escort,” she explained, guiding them to a blue door. “This is the game room,” she said, gesturing to a cluster of liberated assets gathered around a table, engrossed in a board game. “It’s a popular spot.”
84 followed Tara as she guided them through the bustling space, pausing occasionally to explain areas, rooms, or activities. The cacophony of conversations, laughter, and clinking glasses was overwhelming. Tara’s presence was a small, reassuring anchor amidst the whirlwind of social activity.
“And finally,” Tara said, guiding them towards a section with various arts and crafts supplies spread across a large table, “this is the creative corner. Some people find it relaxing to work on projects or just doodle.”
84 glanced around at the concentrated faces, their eyes drawn to the intricate beadwork and colorful paintings. Each piece told its own story, starkly contrasting with the world 84 had been trained for.
Tara clapped her hands together, drawing 84’s attention back to her. “So, that’s the grand tour.”
84 took a deep breath, feeling both overwhelmed and oddly comforted by Tara’s presence.
“Thank you,” they said softly. “I don’t really know what I’m doing.”
Tara waved a dismissive hand. “None of us really do at first,” she said, looking towards one of the quieter areas. “Come on. I’ll teach you how to play cards.”
