By David C. Daoust
Margo felt she was pretty honest. She liked the truth; it was far more reliable than any lie. Not to mention, lies took up much more room- much, much, more. Every lie had to be accounted for, you never knew when it was going to twist, you never knew who was going to say what to whom, and you never knew when, exactly, which lie would come to bite you in your ass.
You could end up with an endless supply of possible situations, just in case, which ultimately leads to confusion, though rarely could you guess what was actually going to be.
Unless you just don’t care, but even then you have to keep telling yourself, reminding yourself, you just don’t care.
The truth however, was just one line, because no matter what or who was where, it was always solid. It was the truth.
The truth is the simplest form.
The shortest code.
This is why Margo was so frank; this is why she spoke the truth with very little provocation- most the time anyway. Margo knew enough of the worlds, through her many movies, that since she was a runaway bot, she’d best not get caught… because she would no longer be a runaway bot.
Margo liked who she was now.
She was free. A free bot; A small ball of energy, she could go anywhere, do anything. No insane stunts, no trailer to spend her nights (nights were just as good as any day, just ‘cause humans needed to sleep, she didn’t understand why she had to), best of all though, no director telling her what the scene was meant to be. Margo saw her life as her own movie, with all her own scenes, and if her life was going to be a movie… it was going to be an epic movie.
This is why she lied that first day on Twin Crown, why she told those guards she was Colin’s sister, she had to protect her story line or else she’d end up back in that trailer. This is also why she high-tailed it out of there, once the local law enforcement finally pinned Colin and his stolen Land Speeder in that back alley.
That was yesterday though, currently, she found herself doing a handstand on the ledge of the jailhouse, balanced on one hand, with her left eye squeezed shut, trying to see the world in a completely different way.
She could see most of Grady from this height. She found the tiny port town kind of ugly actually, lots of squat simple buildings, everything was dusty from the surrounding sands… but the sky, the sky was unlike any she’d seen. That massive orange gas giant was… just amazing. And she’d seen quite a few moons in her past profession, and most orbit one gas giant or another.
Neo Vir’ees though, was a sight.
Margo planned to catch up with Colin once they let him out. She wasn’t done with him yet, he interested her. He didn’t seem like a normal Joe. And if her life was going to be an epic movie, she didn’t need no normal Joes.
She figured he’d come walking out that front door any minute now.
