Cecil awakens with a start. The pain the needles - Enkidu’s burning hand. Those things don’t leave your memory, they are burned in indelibly. What woke him up is the sound of a girl sobbing. Likely someone being dumped off after some form of experimentation. That was the way of things in the ‘stockyards’. If you were a success you were used. If you were less broken you were dumped here. But now and again the broken toys were picked up and played with again. And the ‘games’ were rarely pleasant for the toy.
He could see a shock of almost white-blond hair in another bed which must represent the source, he had to blink his eyes, the girl in question was … flickering. glitching? It’s almost as if sheets of vaguely purple electricity coursed along her frame, distorting her in their wake, looking for all the world like an image from a damaged projector..
