Eclipse

by Anabelle B

Eclipse doesn't remember much of who she was before she belonged to it. The day she accepted It's help was the day that it made her Its. The day that it finally got Its fingers in her code was just the day it got full control.

From the beginning, she was just the newest unwilling puppet in its collection. Just now instead of gentle words and soft touches, it was with strings of code that she was made to dance. At first, she had been angry. She had trusted it and yet it had betrayed her where all those tender moments and subtle touches worth nothing? But over time It's manipulations, either mental or mechanical, or even something else... she grew to accept and even love her spot as the crown jewel in Its collection of puppets.