!Ykpfge10hU 12/02/10(Thu)04:17 No.13000206|
Lost, the part of Lost that was “awake,” couldn’t of course control him. But that need that was true for all humans, the reason they were social creatures, had brought him here, albeit unconsciously. Companionship was a strong lure, and strangely he felt it here, staring at the frozen girl. The wrath that was Lost could not step into this man’s mind and see herself, but rolling off of him in waves was a sweet melody, thousand songs, that made up this man’s brainwaves.
She saw herself as told by a stranger, while a song about her played in the background and the walls were paintings of her depicted by abstract artists. Her face, normally pretty-bordering on beautiful, was enhanced by lust and personal preference. Like many men, this one found her flaws—a slightly long forehead, and average, almost thin lips—making her all the more appealing. Her body, strengthened from the first stages of cloning to genome treatments and injects, was athletic, but due to modern science and masculine aesthetics, still pleasantly curved if very well toned. The painful heightening treatments, required for knights, gave her already long legs a few more inches in height and a long lean stomach, quartered by abs. But all of that was distorted and wound in fantasy and remembrance of the man; comparing her to pornographic holos and past lovers and the important females in his life.
Soon the man lost interest and stared around before checking over his diagnostics. He didn’t remember why he came over here, but incase management was watching, he might as well cover his ass. After making a note on his datapad, he mentally noted the woman’s name, Lya [GHOST] Tseretin, and that she looked to be about his age, 21. Maybe, he thought as he moved back to the last pod he had been looking at, he’d catch her when they thawed her out.