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“Tadah!”
A glitched rattle sirened, and the distant hallway lit up with a powerful azure hue, wooden tiles glittering with the newfound presence of seasonal cheer. Stumbling on heavy mechanical supports, a navy-threaded android appeared sound and just, dusty cloak showering down— yet glittered with carefully placed pieces. They were curled head to toe in blue streamers that glistened, and from them golden ornaments and bells jingled and jangled with each nudge.
It had seemed it was mimicking a tree, until more treats emerged, and from his back solid wings of shimmering grey shifted, churning loudly with the makeshift sand. The iron particles were hugging decorations, them a little torn perhaps, but enough to give them a little light. A headband secured around the head lie behind navy locks, in which met in the middle to make a halo. What a sight to behold!
It wore a phantom grin, golden eyes shined brightly with pride in their work. “Isn’t it lovely?” They hummer pleasantly, twirling around to gesture every angle in a nearby mirror, chuckling with bliss. “Why have a star on the tree, when you can have an angel?”
Satisifed, the machine jingled their way towards their visitor, reaching under their cloak, careful not to knock any ornaments off. A box, a bit crooked in shape, but perfectly wrapped in sparkling sapphire foil. It revealed from the shadow, poofy with a golden bow. A gift?
“I had not known of this holiday before— organics and their odd customs—- but a 12/25 did appear in my ones and zeroes. I assumed it was important.” They murmured, a bit oddly flustered now, sheepishly burying themselves in the collar of their coat like a dove as segmented hands reached to give the package. “As this seems to be the custom… I took the pleasure of making you a little something. Here… A lovely gesture of generosity. From immortal to mortal.”
It lifted its head with a faint jangle; it was no phantom grin- but a true one. Yet, the golden eyes, however friendly, glistened with memories of yesterday— ones they had not remembered.
“Getting it to fit in a box was kind of tricky… but I hope you like it.”
As dearly as my circuits urge to spew honey lies, I know that no such fantasies have ever come to life, nor will they. One would like to believe remorse is present, but I sense it not, and I cannot deny the truth it holds.
He had told me, a time whilst I was sculpting- absent in office, picking stones while a voice droned somewhere in the bleak. It spoke ritually.
A different aura, master carries. Organics such as himself feel nothing for transient moments before eyes glitter with life- scintillas, I see, sometimes. A singular shine, they speak words- a contrition, He tells me. A lone man at his Confessional, surrounded by lined candles the number of his kills. watching figure behind blinds hearing for a plead.
Uttering past sins like a shopping list. Objects. It growls. But I hear them. The angels watching. The gods writhing. They’ll we arriving soon.
How do you know? I had asked.
A King knows everything- even fate.
What about your own?
Glittering shaven crystals flickered onto the work table- Citrine pieces of sunshine that returned with their glance. The air in the workshop grew wintry.
…Misfortune… They’re a cruel Devil.
Are you friends with them?
…For years.
Sparkling glints, I saw in the crystal, sometimes. A deity, listening- damned and begrudging- but forgiving.
