morethanafeeling | (no subject)

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[Whoever you are, wherever you are, there's a girl riding a bicycle towards you.

Brrring brrring.]

What…? Waah!

[stumbles backwards.]

[... stops the bike and looks at with mild curiosity.]

[stares at.] Are you… human?

Human... what makes someone human, I wonder...?

[ducks his head.] I don't know… Maybe it's just warmth.

... that's a nice answer.

Is it? I don't think I'm an expert or anything.

It's still nice.

[nods…] It's so different here, though. I can't really tell.

Different...?

[looks around]

Maybe it's just me…

Every place is different.

It's more than that. This place feels so busy, somehow.

Ah...

It's nice…

It's no good.

If there are too many people, it's no good.

But it's really lonely otherwise.

People are scary.

Wh-what? I don't think that at all.

How lucky.

I guess I am lucky. I'm alive, and I have friends. But… I like to think it's possible for all of us.

[looks at him consideringly]

Is that no good?

[Van manages to jump out of the way just in time to avoid a collision. Barely.]

[stops the bike.]

Ah.

[looks the girl and the machine over]

Are you all right, miss...?

The chair...

...The chair?

I went faster than expected.

[assuming you mean the seat then]

It doesn't seem easy to control. [gestures to the bike] Have you been riding it long?

Oh, yes.