10| SCIAMACHY
The room felt small, suffocating too, as his piercing gaze held her captive.
"We indeed have never met in person," the stranger's voice held a hint of mystery, "but Ahyun knows me well."
Ahyun stared at the man now eyeing her in and out, all the mind clouds wafting inside her head had vanished once the voice echoed through their household. It was seldom that something was not a little clandestine or a little mistaken, but she knew this man spoke the truth.
"Ahyun, who is he?" And Ahyun knew, it won't end well. What would she say?
What was now fiery as hell was her words, they burned her insides with erupting blisters spread across the entirety of her epithelium, burning. She knew she had to say, but that would burn two-way.
"Jinnie, I-he is-" His presence seemed to suck the air out of the room, leaving her breathless and on edge.
Seojin had a still gaze laced upon his wife, who stuttered a bit more than his eyes seemed to cross.
"I am Ahyun's childhood friend. I had to go to Cambridge because of my father's work when I was five and just came back yesterday. Her mother told me she was married and gave me your address." The stranger's words cut through and Ahyun felt a chill run down her spine.
"Oh!" Seojin smiled. It was like a lollipop to a child, a satisfactory toy given in his hands to mop like a sheet of lie above the lies. Seojin didn't reckon a word, yet there was nothing else that would be believable.
"Jinnie, please, I need to speak with you..." Ahyun's urgency was palpable, her words tumbling out in haste.
She was in a rush, as if things weren't held then and there, they would crack and break into a million pieces. Quickly grabbing him by his arm, Ahyun pulled him along with her, not sparing a minute until they reached their room.
"Ahyun, wha-"
Ahyun's lips were on his, and Jin's mind blurred the fine line between reality and yearning. It was tossed in pleasure as he held on to her neck in a grip pulling her close, devouring her entirely. He forgot his words, guiding her body in his closest proximity. The cacophony of noises faded into a distant hum, and all that mattered was the connection between them.
Seojin's hands trembled as they roamed her body, his touch igniting a flame within her that burned hotter than any fire. In that moment, they were consumed by an insatiable need for one another, a need born from the ache of loneliness and longing that had plagued them both for far too long.
It had been the lankiest and they both felt the extreme need for warmth.
It had been a long winter and they both felt the extreme need for warmth. They didn't need words to convey their desires, for their bodies spoke a language all their own, each movement and caress steeped in unspoken promises.
He moaned at her taste, whimpering, tongue skimming inside the warmth of her mouth. Their bodies were set on fire, his lips tumbled down marking her through her throat till her chest, nibbling beneath her chastity. Jin wanted to taste her more and more, until her taste would never leave the tip of his tongue, even in his dreaded subconscious. The gratification was beyond his own worth.
Ahyun leaned back a little, leaving Jin's lips just to pull away her top, each part of her dignity now on display for him. She did it all, keeping her eyes locked upon his gaze and he lost whatever held his senses. He trailed his hands upon her torso, feeling her skin beneath his fingertips. It burned nicely.
He dare not ask any question but shamelessly trailed his hands upon her torso, feeling her skin beneath his fingertips. It burned nicely. His hands roamed Ahyun's body, feeling the curve of her hips and the softness of her skin. He traced the line of her collarbone with his lips, savouring the taste of her.
Ahyun's fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as she deepened their kiss.
She swayed down marking him up, kissing fervently here and there and wherever she could, soon soothing her marks with sombre licks until she reached her pelvis. She grazed her teeth upon the shed, trying to pull away from his only shame.
The function of muscle was to pull and not to push, except in the case of the nether and the tongue. And it just took a few incentives until he dipped his sanity in utter desire, falling, meddling, forgetting. All his mind had her blemishing him in the most beautiful way.
As their bodies entwined, their desires intertwined, they formed a symphony of pleasure and surrender. The outside world became a faded backdrop, irrelevant in the face of their union. In that space, their bodies moved in perfect harmony, the rhythm of their breath matching the beat of their hearts.
They fell onto the bed, their limbs tangled together as they explored each other's bodies. Jin's fingers found Ahyun's most sensitive spots, eliciting gasps and moans from her as he brought her to the brink of pleasure.
Ahyun returned the favor, her fingers tracing the length of Jin's shaft as she took him into her mouth. He moaned at her touch, losing himself in the sensation of her lips and tongue.
What was the main concern wasn't even a thought, he couldn't identify the sites blithering with the ongoing destruction. They had danced on the edge of madness and found beauty in vulnerability.
The same old rundown Apartment of Massachusetts, Cambridge
Year 2076
"Professor Kim, there's something wrong!"
It was Jaden, his voice suddenly pulled him out of the little dreamland as he stood up, following his voice.
"What happened?"
Cleaning the glasses, he took up the seat next to him.
"The module has frozen, they don't work. They don't work, what do I do?"
"What?"
"The module isn't working, Professor, something has pinned down the modality and the characters have frozen in their spaces."
"It must be another virus, it will take an hour or so. Start the anti-malware program," Turning the screen to him, Kim quickly pressed random keys, but nothing seemed to work.
"Sir, though all of them are frozen, he isn't. He is perfectly fine."
The uncertainty perhaps made a show, a sudden appearance, "But, how?"
"He is a living being, sir. He is alive. You cannot program a living being. That's not how it works. It never did, sir."
"He was programmed with an AI evolutionary algorithm to predict how and when be it killing or dying. How can this fail?" Professor Kim kept those last words to himself.
He didn't know whether that was really true or not, but he had discovered something which was tremendously liberating: he didn't care. He was exhausted of thinking and thinking and still not knowing. He was also tired of being frightened, like a man who has entered a cave on a lark and now begins to suspect he is lost. Stop thinking about it, then. That's the solution.
"Sir, despite being described as programmable living robots, he is completely organic in reality and made of living tissue. We can keep him enclosed, but that won't really work for lifelong," unwillingly, Jaden had surfaced the truth.
Paradox wasn't a lie, it never was. Paradox was always the source of the thinker's passion, and the thinker without a paradox is like a lover without feeling: a paltry mediocrity.
Caught in his strings, he knew frivolity of what he could do. Professor Kim was held upon his own hurdle. He didn't look back, it was a few quick steps with Jaden emerging behind.
A few doors until he stood behind those curtains, sliding them off to reveal a limp body attached to a hundred tubes and cords, apparatuses besieging the frail body.
The room itself was a stark contrast to the inner workings of Professor Kim's mind. A low canopy created an eerie ambiance, while stone walls seemed to whisper secrets held for centuries. The dirt floor, trampled with paw prints, hinted at the presence of a creature not yet revealed.
"Sir, don't-"
Air grew heavy, damp, almost solid.
"Don't be scared," Professor Kim's voice was barely audible, a hushed whisper that seemed to cling to the shadows of the room. His gaze was fixed, unblinking, on the pale figure before him.
"Aren't you scared?" Jaden's voice trembled with a cocktail of curiosity and dread. Questions clawed at his throat, each one fighting to be heard.
Professor Kim's eyes never wavered as he spoke, "The thing with fear is, it's like anger. You've got to change it into something else. Make it your weapon. Some can just turn it into smarts. The best of them can turn fear and anger into love."
The room was cloaked in half-light, casting long, sinister shadows that danced across the walls. Professor Kim stood over the motionless body, his heart a battleground of conflicting emotions.
Circumstance. Conjunction. Odds. The words taunted him, whispering false promises of control over the labyrinth of uncertainties that stretched out into the darkness.
It was here, amidst the chaos of unknown errors and paradoxes, that Professor Kim found himself truly lost.
He moved closer to the still figure, his fingers tracing the contours of a face marred by life's cruel hand - gaunt and hollowed by unseen sorrows.
Then, with a voice laced with a chilling familiarity, he murmured, "Hello brother."
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