Thanks to Syle's big mouth and his equally crazy girlfriend, Ayr now knows that I work for Ashagi. However, he believes me to be an enemy or spy of sorts. He even dared to wave a gun and fake vial of sulphuric acid in front of my face to "get me to talk." If he knew me well enough or at least tried to, he'd know that simply asking me would have garnered an honest answer.
Hey now you aren't completely innocent.
I know that. But I hate when people assume they know me oh so well when they rarely speak to me. For Syle, just working at Ashagi was enough to give him an imprint of my personality. And Ayr seems to share it.
You'd think the whole "Older but wiser" shit would come into play.
Indeed. Ayr is old enough to have preconceived notions about this, and it was to be expected. The man even went so far as to liken me to Hitler or someone with Stockholm syndrome.
He thinks you actually like the people there?
I'm a former experiment who was tortured by them and now I defend the few good deeds they do. Therefore, with such little information, it can be falsely concluded that I love my job.
You do seem happy sometimes.
When I learn something new, yes. I'm naturally curious about how things work. Of course I get excited then. Oh, what's the use? There is nothing I can say to defend my workplace. They have a long established view as the evil corporation of Midian, and wee little 'ole me is not going to change that view within the Pack or the Pride anytime soon.
So what will you do?
I work. I'm not giving this up, even if every hybrid on this separate land mass comes to hate me. I like my salary, I like my apartment. I like not having to run for me life all the time.
They could always turn on ya.
What else could they do that has not be done already? I'll simply go back to being a lab rat with no one to care.
Woah...you HAVE thought this through...
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