Her cold hands followed the curve of his face. “Yosef, your eyes are fearful.” Yosef looked at her metal body.
“I’m dying, Hydra.” He nearly whispered it. “I’m dying and you will continue forever.” It was almost an accusation.
“I cannot continue without you.” Hydra wished her face could show emotion. She wished that instead of an aluminum body and cold hands, she had flesh and warmth; she wished she could prove he was lying.
“You can, you will. That’s the way life is. Don’t think otherwise. I’ll make sure you get the insurance money.”
“I don’t want money!” She exclaimed. “When you die, then I will die also.” His fingers reached toward hers. For the briefest of moments, they interlocked, and then he was gone.
In the rain, she ran through the streets. “Maker!” She screamed as she beat against the door. “Maker!” The man opened the door.
“What’s wrong with you?” he asked as he pulled her in. “Do you want to rust?”
“No,” she whispered. “I want you to disassemble me.”