"And it's over..."
With slight resignation Arthur tapped his right temple twice causing the projection in front of him to recede.
With nothing to obscure his vision Arthur took a quick glance around his office.
"Just the same as always..."
The cold metallic box never changed, the desk, the chair, what little decorations there were, it was all the same.
Leaning back in his chair Arthur stretched in an attempt to pop his back, finding no such relief.
With a small grunt Arthur reached into his breast pocket and pull out a small hand mirror, probably the only of its kind left on the cold desolate rock called Earth.
A real, natural, made from the elements mirror that is, not one off thoes artificial tech ones.
Breathing deep Arthur ran his thumb across its surface.
It was warm, proving that he was still alive.
"Hahahaaa"
With a choked laugh flipped it in his hand and looked at the small picture attached to the wooden back.
It was one of a small black haired boy with hazel eyes, being held by an older woman of similar features.
"What am I doing?"
He was supposed to be finalizing a deal between his father and the world government.
Quickly putting the mirror back in his breast pocket looked down at the marriad of digital papers being project onto his desk.
Being the eldest son of the richest and most powerful man in history really did have it's down sides.
Arthur continued to stare at the fake papers for what felt like an eternity before shaking his head and swerving his chair backwards to look out his window.
Standing up Arthur walked over to the window and placed a hand on it before quickly retracting with a hiss.
The glass, same as always, was hot to the touch.
Proof that it was fake... wrong.
"Something digital made real."
Staring at the small projectors that kept the glass in place Arthur let out a small sigh.
"When did I become like this?"
It was a rhetorical question he knew exactly when he had become like this.
Arthurs thoughts began to wander back the mirror in his breast pocket, and a little bit beyond that.
A young woman, 16 years of age, with long black hair and hazel eyes holding onto the small hand of a boy as she slowly bled out on the floor in front of him.
Her lips parted as if to say something...
"NO!"
Slamming his palm onto the digital glass Arthur forced himself back to reality.
He couldn't bare to think of that, so he wouldn't even if it meant hurting himself.
Retracting his hand from the glass Arthur gazed onto the world.
The cold metallic grey accented by the vibrant blue of
Arthur suddenly felt a soft surface pressing against his back.