excerp from eve96b
.... "She's on short time man."
I'd read about this too, but Roy was not about to let me get away with my fascination, reality based or not.
"They all burn out, fried brains, playing super-mom from the age of 16. So many many chemicals... mmmmm... it's just sick."
What was he trying to say to me? Such conviction, he cared. That much I know.
"She could snap you in two you know, put your neck between those cabled thighs and snap your neck like a chicken wing."
He was quite matter of fact about it.
These things in succession, negative to the extreme. She'd not make a good partner, her job, her upbringing, hell, her whole environment denied her ability to be mine.
True. The chemicals were subtly scrambling her brains, as Roy knew it. Inhibitors or not, her physiology was on a slow ride to mush.
What of the automatic emotion triggers in her body, grown in genetic manipulation, the additional glands cultivated to enable her to alter her psychological state in seconds? They have been known to activate without warning, especially when such soldiers have been away from the military and the constant tuning.
I was more afraid of Eve than anyone in my life, including my Father. She was a magical creature, and I often fantasized about how she might have been had she not been inducted into the army.
Softer, she would have readily available compassion. Weaker, she would have welcomed physical protection. Homely, she would not be so trim, perhaps those hips would be more accomodating, less bone, more to love.
Her stark, strong, boyish face would have been more round, and just a skerit of hair would have totally changed her look.
In my dreams I gave her long auburn hair hair down to the small of her back. It flowed over her face, and her liquid cobalt blue eyes shone from under the obscurity of these phantom locks.
Heaven forbid if I ever thought of her in a dress, perhaps one of Chrissa's pathetic floral numbers. No, that went a bit too far into the realm of Oedipus, and my mother she wasn't.
These thoughts saturated my mind in the off hours, when the night drew on too long and normal sleep, that is the natural uninduced kind avoided me.
Ultimately, Eve was just Eve, or really, Eve96b, and none of my fantasies could change that. Really, as a final thought on the matter, if Eve had been Evelyn or Eva, daughter of some food technologist on one of Tau's big cities, she'd have not come to my world.
Quickly it became apparent to me that she was the only Eve I would get....
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