A world without love

Escaping back to Bleakstone was very difficult, presuming they were still trying to find me it was even harder as i could not take any public transport as they would now have my biometrics from my blood, the only hope i had was to get my face altered to the original as this would slightly change the DNA, meaning if my body were to be scanned i would not be recognised. However, due due to the quick escape from the laboratory through the tunnel i did not have time to get my face altered. And that is why i chose to come here, back to Bleakstone. Where i will have time to collect my thought's and decide my next move. Walking along the pavement i notice a few odd glances, but to be honest i cannot blame them, i no doubt look a mess. Looking around for a hotel i find one, entering it i head to the reception. "Please can i rent a room for a few night's?" i request, observing the room i notice the TV is on, "Yes, a single bed room for three week's is available, please pay the deposit stated here" she replies as she slides over a document. Signing the document i receive the key as i walk over to the sofa by the TV for a bit. A bell ring's throughout the building, i recognise it, an announcement. I divert all my attention to the TV as i have no other device on me. People begin to flock around the TV getting ready to see what the government has to say. The volume bar appear's automatically increasing, a clear indication it will happen soon, and it does. The screen goes black as a message play's. "Hello to all, my name is Dr Jake Wilson and i have an important announcement. Two day's ago there was a protest in Robotics Central where we subdued all conspirers but one, who escaped. Are tracking proved to be a failure, yet i found her walking the but i did not recognise her due to the CCTV footage being poor quality, so i offered her medical help at one of the laboratories. I dropped her off at the entrance and left to go deal with other work, but during that time i come to the conclusion on who she was, i rang the alarm and rushed to the medical sector only to find her missing and Dr Goult on the floor unconscious. For my failure of not recognising her in the street's i give my utmost apology" Murmurs begin around the room, my breathe caught in my throat. I am just glad Dr Goult did not get caught. "This bring's me to my next announcement, Dr Goult has been found conspiring against the government, the past few day's we have been gathering further evidence, therefore i am announcing his public execution on the 20th of October at midday in the Hall of order" Shit, oh god, this wasn't supposed to happen, he was vital. The murmurs within the room grow even further, some people speaking about viewing it in person or on their device. "And for my final announcement, "if you see this person please contact the authorities immediately giving them the code 250, thank you for your time and patience" Gazing up at the picture, it is like i am looking at a mirror, i am her, she is me. What can i do? I am trapped, and i need to escape, again. Slowly moving backwards as too not attract attention i reach the door leaving immediately. I need to reach my art room, but i need a vehicle. Sprinting over to a car i break in, the car alarm blaring, people turning, getting into the seat and turning it on i notice people on the phone, meaning one thing. Slamming on the acceleration i take off to the countryside.

Not even five minute's pass before an autonomous announcement comes through the radio. "The escapee from the protest was lasted spotted leaving Bleakstone in a car roughly five minutes ago" A small update, that is all, yet it still terrifies me. Speeding throughout the countryside as more minutes pass i reach my side road, flooring the car down it i come across my small quant hut, where i started my work. I leave the car, open the bonnet, and disconnect all the wire's i can in any attempt to mitigate the chance of the car being tracked. Walking into the wooden hut i can reminiscence my choice in building it here. Away from society and hard to find, and finally this will show to be a massive benefit as there are hundreds of side road's that would have to be searched and no indication which one i went down, if any. I need to take my mind off everything, and there is one way to do that, and that is too paint. Getting all the equipment i sit down infront of my blank canvas. 

The artist sat like stone, hand trembling slightly, applied gentle pressure to the brush. Colours, once vibrant and expressive, now felt muted, lifeless. capturing the recent dissonance within herself, the unsettling echo of Dr. Gould's execution, the chilling thought's that their actions, had ultimately led to another's demise. The canvas, once a blank canvas of potential beauty and vibrant nature, now mirrored the emptiness that had become her own thought's. Hour's pass, until the canvas is finished, on the bottom right corner it was signed with the name of the piece, mea culpa. And the data, 16th of October. 4 day's. 

Mr Collins we have found the location of her. We will begin transport now. We must beat them to her. 

Mr Wilson we have narrowed down the location of her, we will finish the area search by around 10pm tomorrow.