Project K: David

She was nothing more than a redundant mess. A mind so switched on, but she'd never flick the switch. Her body chip had been in overdrive for perhaps twenty years or so, and when that happens, it becomes normality. I couldn't comprehend the turmoil, and the vast list of reasons of why she was that way. Yet still there was an odd flutter of glitter, set deep into her glassy, faded eyeballs. Proof to me that there was once something more alive in there. I mean in a weird way, I'm talking x files weird. It's almost as if she'd done something terrible, and now missed it. Like she'd lost a job as a traffic warden, maybe. I'm joking. She was weird.

She was so drastically beautiful. A pretty disaster. Rough, long dreads, pale skin, grey shallow eyes that must once have been glowing. Rings in her nose and lip, metal gleaming melodramatically from both ears. Perhaps the only person I've ever met that could present such a scowl yet appear so approachable. Ink danced casually across her body, her hands and face may have been the only skin free of tattoos. She was sculpted in a way that when she moved, she didn't look like she was moving. The world around her changed instead. Light didn't bounce off her, like a normal being. She sucked it in and recycled it into venom, spat at anyone who threatened her space, yet she seemed so placid.