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<br/>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">The man had to focus every ounce of energy. Even the simplest task seemed daunting. The sudden injection of adrenaline had begun to fade within a moment. He intently tracked his wife’s movement with a childlike demeanor, silent and curious. Memories of past years and past nights swung akin a pendulum between obscurity and sunshine. All seemed distorted. His mind wanted to reject the myriads of systems and alien technology within him, but his body resisted. There was no other way. This was meant to be. Thus, Benjamin moved slowly and carefully when applying the garments given to him by Talia.<br/>
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An immense weight fell upon him. A stinging sensation of burrowing needles in his heart attacked and instantly retreated. The pain was replaced by relief. Warmth and cool, soft but coarse. His body sunk into the sand of evening beaches, senses embracing the tranquil hum of the ocean. The images in his mind painted a pleasant interpretation of what his wife had felt about their son—the first time she met his skin in her arms, the first time he stood upon his plushy feet, the first time he spoke her name. For a brief moment, the man could forget about his horrible visions of a darker future. Alas, it was soon replaced by frenzy, a carving and desire for blood unlike anything he had ever felt. Their hearts synched.  They were one pulse. Man and wife against the world.<br/>
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Her words were his. They echoed from within his soul into hers. They spoke a single language, but shared all that was. Benjamin nodded at her instructions. That he was already on his feet was a miracle in and of itself. The two were likely supposed to be dead. Adrenaline, rage, and love kept them moving forward at an inhuman pace. He could see her heart beating when she came against him. The implants in his eyes showed marvelous colors emanating from her presence. Crimson hues pulsated from within Talia’s chest, outwards, to from a bright aura around her. There were no more secrets. There would never be new secrets. Their love for each other and their child would endlessly loop between them in a cocoon of their own paradise.<br/>
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As the woman disappeared out of the room, the man exhaled deeply and almost crumbled underneath the sensations she had transmitted to him. He fell onto his knees, breathing heavily. A few moments were required of him to collect his thoughts and strength. Benjamin put back into the bag whatever clothing he had not used and became into his feet again. A quick glance around the room was sufficient for his consciousness to leave the seemingly rotting facilities. He presented himself in the hall leading down to reception. Steps with all that outlandish weight and steel made him wobbly. Talia saw to his health by assisting his journey forward. Reassurance befell him when her fingers interlaced with his. Her words sprawled hues of Golden and White that enveloped throughout the elevator. The man could not stop looking at his wife. Everything about her existence was surreal. He was unsure if all was still a dream or not. All of the sounds in the garage and of the car displayed their own dance of colors within his eyes. The man could do no more other than nearly crawl into the back seat. When his wife joined him, Benjamin rested his head in her lap and closed his eyes.<br/>
</span></span><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080"><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DYYV5Uyk7Qr8&amp;hash=653a78682fb81e8ae63225b6c3a7d48a" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YYV5Uyk7Qr8" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Returning</a><br/>
</span></span>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">He found himself among the stars again, and that infinite horizon. Was every moment of rest going to be like this? However, Shaun did not present himself. The waters were still and empty. Benjamin sat and gathered his strength and senses within the dream. He knew where his body was. He was aware of everything. All of it ended just in time to meet their destination. Benjamin woke once again, but with less hysteria. He found his wife caressing his hair, a hand on his chest. She had been ever so watchful over him, her terminator. As the car reached its destination, Talia collected their things and they retreated into the safe house. A heavy arm rested around her neck as she led him to the bed. The man simply collapsed on to the soft materials, completely exhausted from the brief moments he had been awake. His perception of time was entirely warped. To him it appeared as if his wife joined him right away, but he could not be certain if a minute or an hour had passed since they arrived.<br/>
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The dream engulfed him again. Yet again, the powers that be mocked him by grabbing Shaun over and over again. Thousands upon thousands of times did he have to endure the same nightmare. His body was restless, disturbed, moving around in the bed with jerks and spasms. So it was until an instant when he snapped awake. The room was dark, but he could not tell what time it was. Talia lay next to him. It was now that he understood what had happened to them. She had changed, as had he. His mechanical hand slowly sailed down her defined curves where she lay on her side. He could feel every inch. The prosthetic arm must have been connected to his nervous system, yet it felt so much stronger. Benjamin became closer to the heat of her presence. He gently pushed her over onto her back. She was still just as beautiful as she had been the first day he saw her. Leaning his hulking presence nearer, he pressed his lips against hers as the hand returned from her hips across her stomach and to her mounds. Benjamin could see the increasing pulse of her heart swirling close to her, whether asleep or not. The colors of her presence were burning bright within his eyes.</span></span>