Large monstrosities of metal, wires and micro filament moved in a graceful display of arches and sweeps. Laser tips carved and molded what human fingers couldn’t. The touch of precision only attainable through the perfection of computer organization. It carved it first out of compound hybrid pieces.
Metal and durable fibers creating bone and muscle. It all seemed a touch morbid at first, a gangly skeleton of movement, bared out in shape and form but missing something.
It’s robotic appearance was cold to the world, with electronic parts remaining unused, turned off. It’s large wild eyes dry and dull, with no lids to properly shield them. It was only when the silicone realism of flesh was added to the form, tied onto the very muscles of her did she become more alive.
Almost human. Down to the very skeleton she had seemed almost human. Now wrapped in soft pale flesh, she almost was. The size of a child, with the hint of something else playing in her form.
Some dreams left unfulfilled.
They danced around her, obscuring her form from him almost playfully as they added the requested details he had called for. One machine focused on her hands, indenting the nails into a manufactured nail bed. Another machine carefully weaved in hair and eyelashes. A golden color, like unfiltered sunshine. Like the last real drop of sunlight.
All the while he watched in awe. Alone in his glory while she was being built. Tucked away in the observation room as his dreams were coming to life. He had to give her something more. Something even more. It was a late addition, one of pure ego which had tickled at his mind until he forced it into the plans.
They seemed almost stitched on with the lasers, metal on metal held them tightly to her back. Soft opalescent feathers laid against soft pale skin. The machines painted finer details; soon her soft skin held freckles as well.
Her wings were tipped in the palest of blue.
He truly had created an angel. Maven was an angel. There were no other words to describe the form in front of him. When the machines stopped it left her there, the first of her kind as a child, bare to the world just as any would be. He entered the floor and stalked towards her with purpose. Carefully taking a sheet from the side table and shivering as he approached.
Stock still like the dead she simply stood there. An empty shell of what she could be. Left without her programming for now. He had wanted to stand in awe of her, carefully cover her form already in his mind setting aside what clothes she would wear. He couldn’t leave her vulnerable like this; unclothed to the world she would soon be a part of.
Those large eyes didn’t hold the spark of Notnow. But he knew soon she would. He would bring her back to the office, bring her back to his den of creation and give her life. And that seemed like the very point of it all. He was so close to an epiphany that it shivered along his skin. He was building himself a daughter…
But his moment of understanding was tarnished by the sound of doors trying to be unlocked. Angry fists pounding at the studio room. He had finally been found out. Through all his sneaking around and careful timing was coming to an end.
“Don? If you’re in there let me in!” Christian sounded annoyed, but it was more a relief that it was him then anyone else. Still, it was an unwelcome annoyance.
“Damnit!” Don sighed, glancing to the door only a moment before his eyes were drawn back to her. He ducked into the control room like a man possessed, fingers typing and holding the erase codes. Hitting ctrl, alt, delete. Making it sure his knowledge was safely removed before running out to his creation again.
He covered her with the sheet, bent low and picked her up in his arms. The weight was almost perfect – almost. She still seemed a bit heavy with the added wings and the metal pieces.
Christian had used his emergency access codes, the doors opened and he stormed inside. His tie was undone, his jacket open and the sweat was beaded on his forehead. He stared at Don, his old friend for a long time before he finally just shook his head.
“You know I’m the only one supporting you with this crap, but locking me out of my own production house? You weren’t supposed to do anything here without me!”
“I was quite capable of doing it myself.” Don huffed angrily.
“That isn’t the point! We work together!”
“Then let me do my job!” The argument made his skin go flush. He clutched onto her even tighter in fear of dropping her down and unveiling her too soon.
“Don, listen to me. Jerry is getting frustrated…” the peacemaker in him came to life and eased down his burning temper. “I’m worried that secret partners may be involved. We’ve been like brothers for a long time, but so have you and I. Please, please let someone in. Just let us know what’s going on with you.”
Don’s face was lost for expression. Red skin fuming making the growing white in his hair even more present. His emotions for the moment seemed to ruin the excited joy he had in Maven’s creation and that made him feel all the worse.
A secret partner. It sent shivers down his spine. He knew deep down that Christian would never betray him, he had too good of a heart, but Jerry was a snake in the grass and controlled more of the business aspect then either of them.
“I need to go.” He pushed past the younger man, almost toppling him down with the body under the sheet. He would have just stormed off but the younger man proved to be more of an obstacle.
“Don!” Christian’s fingers edged on the white sheet and for a moment they stood at a standstill. Each man’s eyes knew what the other was thinking. Both of them in their own way, begging for understanding.
“Don’t. I need this…” For a moment the desperation was apparent in his eyes. Don’s craving for something to clutch onto. “This is finally something of my own, I would die for this Christian… Don’t you get it? This is my baby. Let me finish it.”
The standstill lasted a moment longer. A moment too long each of their eyes had said silently to each other. Finally it ended with a simple nod from Christian. They both seemed to pass a barrier.
Too often he gave in, but what else could he do? Wrestle the old man to the ground and call the authorities? Or be a real jerk and expose what last dream the man had.
He backed down and stepped inside the studio as Don disappeared out into the hallway with his secret intact. He watched the old man practically run for the elevators.
“I hope you know what your doing, Don. I really do.”