There was someone at the door and Drew didn't know who or what it was.
Many images were flickering inside his head now; 'malfunctioning robots? Blood sucking zombies? Or deformed aliens?' he reassured his urgency for relief either way, even though he couldn't find it in the instance of his momentarily panic.
He stood there in front of the iron door and it read 'Warning! High Graded Encryption Locking System' across it.
This door not only looked dense but it was also heavy, just as it seemed. He examined it closer from his visuals and saw a round handle with spaces, the shape of all five fingers. And, in this moment he thought that the only sensible thing to do was to place all his five fingers into it, to try and see what happens next.
Click! clock!
The locking algorithm automatically twisted the system in an anti clock wise direction. This system appeared highly encrypted but it wasnt something all that new to him, it first made mechanical sounds that clicked very distinctively followed by more technical clicks in quicker momentum.
The display pad next to the fingerprint handle defined the words 'fingerprints verified.' This large door now visible with multiple surfaces and hi-graded locking system slowly started to unlock itself in the patterns of several different circumferences of the physical homely parameters. It sounded like music slowly and at first, but as he listened closer he realised that they were rythms of carefully constructed and detailed engineering.
Suddenly, there was a loud but computerized buzz in plain air which in a permeable manner started to reveal blue fabrics of a holographic pattern and just instantly, bursted out, fading away quickly into the different area circumferences of this unlocking door. Although, the time mechanism embedded to it was quite quick to react as he couldn't see the details, clearly, with his naked human eyes.
Although an astounded and a quick ridden Drew, he still pretty much continued what he was going to do next as he presumed it was infact a hi-graded locking technology.
This door opened slowly, but it didn't seem like any grand opening, there wasn't any smoke or eerie background sounds of technical music, instead, in front of him stood a young girl drenched in the aura of a really worn out and overworked appearance. Her clothes were tattered and soiled in black greasy substance, he felt two things at once, one that he did expect to find a girl from the Polaroid and two, he didn't consciously prepare himself for such a predicted turmoil in front of him and to this, he flinched uncontrollably. He realised now that she was the girl from the Polaroid picture, and she seemed even more unreal and inconspicuous in real life, like possessing the beauty of an undefined mystery. Except, she didn't look as happy as she was in the photo. Her clothes were torn and abrased and patches of black grease defined her highlighted, and now worn out facial features, like her enormous boulbous eyes.
"Um wow, were you working inside a machine or something..." He said and attempted to not sound like a total stranger even though his expressions did define complete confusion.
She looked at him and suddenly her eyes grew weary and expressed certain relief with tears that filled her eyes and she didn't say anything for an awkward span of time. Perhaps, it was clear, however random this might be to Drew, she does remember him.
He couldn't even tell her age or how old she might be because she did appear very young and childish by the looks of her body and he could tell that she was happy to see him whereas he has no memory of who she was.
'Damn, it feels like a lonely world simplified by singularity huh?' said Lilo smirking with little bits of tears collecting in her tear ducts. She placed the heavy object which she used to bang on the door on her shoulder and chuckled while entering without any formal expression towards Drew as though he was the dumber person between the two of them.
Drew felt a sense of discomfort because to him, he let a total stranger into a house that wasn't his, atleast the vagueness of his memories decided to slowly take control of his emotional sensibility towards it now and he couldn't do anything but feel this way. He expected her to say something about it, whether it's hers instead but he didn't learn a word about it from her infact she somehow seemed like a bit of an intruder.
The only option left was to interrogate her
"I don't mean to disrespect you, but I don't actually have any recurring memories of you and who you might be to me. Everything is kind of like a blur but you sure may have some explainations to give me right?" Drew asked as he took a few steps away from her..
"Wait, so are you saying that you don't remember a thing?" Asked Lilo as though her soul was entitled to the escalating tension around the term 'memories', and it didn't seem all that soulful but rather more inclined towards deep information.
Drew thought he felt a wave of vulnerable challenges coming towards his path especially with this really behind-the-scenes post-dramatic era pre-dominant woman in his presence and realised it was in his hands to stirr the consequences of the future that sought towards his direction, just as he read in the letter. What he felt was sensible because she seemed more powerful with the memories of an unlikely event intact within her. Although, he didn't think of her as an enemy immediately, he still took the chances of the benifit in eliminating his momentarily fright.
"So, you looked much cheerful and oriented in the photo we took in that last Polaroid of us together. What happened with you now? And why were you expecting me to not tether the past memories of my life with you in it?" He said while trying to draw out subtle clues from her.
"Now now, don't try to steer the flow of nature in an uneventful direction. You know you don't remember a thing, and the memories you had with you are no longer embedded in you." She said while not giving too much visual attention towards him but fixing her strange devices.
"You say it like I'm some kind of an computerized instrument. But no, you're not entirely correct, perhaps i had recurring flashbacks of different layers of strange memories something you'd never understand, judging by your nature. It feels as though you are but a figmented image of a reality left behind. Besides, what is the harm in filling me in about this compromised reality with YOUR memory in it." He said as he resisted hard enough to not make his weaknesses let his Identity disappear.
"Right. You're being quite stubborn, not like the last time I knew you. There's this thing in quantum mechanics called the time dilation, its what must have removed your memory of 'yourself' from this very reality plane, and quite honestly you have used the Proton switchblade 3 times..." She paused and didn't give up the fight against her inner demons to express the transperancy in the chances of being exposed as an overpowered individual and intended to share mutual relativity with him instead, as she expected him to say something he knows, predominantly, because somewhere within, she knew for sure, that Drew would have no memory of it.
To be continued...