Too much

It was his eyes that caught me. I wasn’t prepared for them to be open. I glanced away, tapped some functions on the mop droid setting it into motion. The mop droid whirred and clicked as it began its work, and I couldn’t help but look back. In the dimness of the airlock, those eyes gleamed with an eerie luminance. Everything else was darkness and shadow, but those eyes were bright and hollow.

After staring into those eyes for what seemed like hours, the mop droid ceased its mechanical noises. It wasn’t done cleaning yet, it just stopped. It couldn’t proceed. It was nothing more than a mop droid. And there was too much intact human left behind to simply “mop up”.

Too much intact human. Too much of those luminous eyes.

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