In Seattle they found a motel and maneuvered DoDo off the tiny streets. They had delirious sex for days, I think. The girl was a mutant now; she’d been converted by the sewers and her blood wasn’t true anymore. She’d been the android’s latest bounty, but the android couldn’t turn in the warrant. Her love was too deep. She’d imprinted on the girl.
At night as she lay with her, she would look at the stars. At the full moon. At the way the galaxy sliced across sky in a gash. She was running with her now, they were traveling through the deserts. She knew she might leave her soon. She held her together as the stars bled.
She was in the doctor’s room again, watching him inspect her pieces. Seeing the lights of the room reflect greasy off his head, where the skin flattened. She was stuck in that room now, trying to remove herself and could not. Stuck inside it.
At night the coyotes ran and the far mesas hung in shapes against the night, glowing red. It was no longer safe out here, if it ever was, for the mutants stalked this world.
In Seattle they had shared beds, had gotten drunken as they ran. But the girl had become obsessed, had decided there was someone they must find, and that this someone’s name was Laura. The android needed someone too, but could not name him. She was only filled with a burning need.
The women had searched for Laura, contacting seers and oracles. They had sat with readers and visionaries with little luck. The girl had gotten lost. She had been lost. She was of a time in which she was always lost. The android thought she could understand this but she in fact could not. She was on a mission to follow the will of an adolescent, could not understand that every choice was molten and on fire.