“I try not to invade your mind,” Eva said.
Her voice was distorted, as if through water, from somewhere over there.
Or was that everywhere?
“But the inside of your mind is a facinating place.” she said that in a heady tone, most unlike a machine and more like a human.
He was running, he was certain, but his eyes were not relaying what was actually in front of him.
One eye was, how did Eva put it, ‘cross shorted’ and the other was suborned.
“If you keep running like that, you will be injured. I cannot allow that.” she sounded somewhat upset.
“Anything is better than being a slave.” the thought drifted through his head.
Somewhere, on some level, he was aware of a ledge ahead.
And so he jumped.
Shucks ... now my mind is singing ... It's a small world after all. It's a small world after all. It's a small world after all. It's a small, small world.