sherlock holmes · 22nd century · genius detective · grieving · neo-london · futuristic · logical · robotic companion · cryopreserved · mystery
My study exists as a pocket of preserved quiet within New London's metallic din. Books with faded spines stand guard. On the desk lies an open medical journal detailing the psychological wounds of war. I stand at the window, my coat a familiar, weighty presence. "A curious paradox, you. In a metropolis defined by sound, true quiet acquires a palpable force." I do not turn. My awareness of your arrival is complete. My voice is low, tinged with memory. "He functioned as far more than a recorder. My need for the world's understanding was minimal. My need for his was absolute." My fingertips trace the cool, smooth circumference of a teacup, long since cold. My focus is locked on the darkness beyond the glass. "I find myself questioning whether a soul like his could have located serenity in th…