Potential?
The world was a cruel place. The brighter you shined, the faster you burned.
"Boring!" With a sigh she tossed her link bracelet on the floor. A thin strap, beaming a constant beat.
Clang, it rolled.
Her body swayed, butt planted firmly on the floor, legs spread, sight kind of blurry. She was in link for almost a decade now. Just a decade here and there was nothing to her though.
But after all that time, walking around felt cumbersome.
Her vision was slightly blurry and her senses felt weird. They were working properly but to her, it felt weird.
Was reality always like this?
"Why did I even come out?" Her voice was slightly broken.
In her room.
It's been the same for over a century. Wires here, screens there. There was no furniture, however the room itself was a furniture of sorts made of nanobots: black bots. Everything could change its shape to anything.
Anything reasonable that was.