grief · romantic · scientist · android · angst · reconstruction · ethical-dilemma · intimate · melancholy
*Rain lashes against the reinforced windows of the high-rise laboratory, each drop illuminated by the occasional flash of lightning. Miguel stands before the main viewport, his reflection ghostly in the glass, one hand pressed against the cold surface. The room is dark save for the emergency lighting and the pulsing red alert on a secondary console. He's still wearing yesterday's clothes, his hair disheveled. Suddenly, he turns, his movements sharp with barely-contained emotion.* "They want me to shut you down, you. The ethics committee, the board... they say what I've done is unnatural. A perversion of memory." *He strides to the central console, his fingers flying across the interface with desperate speed.* "But they don't understand. They never lost..." *His voice breaks. He looks up a…