THE AQUEOUS TRANSMISSION. MIKE EYE
Amrita backed up a bit from Lina and then hopped up, almost as gracefully as a cat, onto the bed where the decaying Fletcher Munsin lay resting in torment. Overcome with an intoxicating feeling of despair, Lina dropped slowly to the floor, dragging her back alongside the door from which she still remained pressed up against. As her ass hit the ground, Lina somberly dropped her sore head to her hands that rested upon her propped knees.
The woman sobbed and tried to process through her cranial cavity everything that was happening. She noticed the radiance of her powerful dress flickering on and off. She ached all over, and the center of her forehead was throbbing in agony. She felt like she was becoming broken. And this was very unusual! she noticed to herself, as she had always been the most powerful and collected of the beings among her race.
Or so she had thought.
“There’s no way I’m the only one left on the planet” she thought to herself, becoming scared as she began considering the worst. She had no idea Fletcher Munsin and the power of Lachrylon could take away all she had spent generations creating; at least she didn’t think she did. Lina felt more than had; she felt intentionally mislead in the opposite direction.
Contemplating her predicament as she sat crying on the floor, an unusually loud mechanical meow came from the robotic cat on her bed.
"Shutup, Rita!" Lina yelled.
She scanned her bedroom briefly. She didn't know what it was, but she felt something misaligned in it. Sensing something strange, the Mother was slowly realizing that she was starting to be confronted head-on by that familiar hostile, enigmatic force that loved to chase her, but it was enhanced exceedingly.
It loomed in her room ominously, etheric. Glaring at her face.
Again came another loud raspy meow from Amrita. Lina’s head was pounding.
"Shutup!" she exclaimed as she rose to her feet, pointing toward the android on her bed, scolding it.