Brightheart Corp
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City streets were easy for Emily to blend into. They were full of people, people of all kinds. Tall, short, thin, fat, dark, light– city streets were perfect for someone like Emily to blend into. She wasn't particularly tall, and she wasn't particularly thin. The only thing about her that was distinct was her face– all bones and sharpness and tilted eyes– and her skin, patchy as it was from the growing vitiligo. Other than that? Dark brown hair, brown eyes, and mid-toned skin meant that Emily was barely noticeable.
That was good for her. She liked to go unnoticed. It was better for her, working for the government on such a secret basis, that she go unseen by the general populace. No friends, no partners, no anything outside of the lab. But then, of course, that was fine by her. She liked it better by herself. There was no one out there who could keep up with her, not mentally or physically. There was no one who she could form a genuine attachment to when she knew that they would die long before her.
That was why city streets were one of Emily's favorite places to be. She could watch all of the people she would never know, all of the people she couldn't know, and she could categorize them. She could make deductions about their lives. It kept her sharp to do that kind of thing as she walked, and it was fun. Or at least, she found it fun. Some of her coworkers, the ones who favored creativity to logic, they couldn't understand. Nor would they ever.
For instance, the woman walking alongside her. She was taller, blonde hair pulled up in a tight, perfect ponytail, a three-piece skirt suit on. Her brown eyes weren't focused at all on where she was going. She seemed to be moving by memory as she twisted the bracelet on her wrist. There was a tan line on her left hand where a wedding band would sit, and between that and her clothing being slightly ruffled, it was easy enough to assume she was having an affair, one she felt guilty about.
Her coworkers thought that kind of observation was rude. To Emily, it was all the same– she would never speak to this blonde woman. She would never know her. So what was the harm in this kind of deduction? She sighed softly under her breath, pushing her hair back behind her ear as she moved. She would never understand the minds of the people she worked with. No, not the minds of people who had no spark, the minds of people who didn't think outside of the box or push the limits. After all, she had been working with sciences the world had only dreamed of for years.
Since the beginning, since the original Brightheart Project, she'd been doing the impossible, working with sciences that she'd had to discover all on her own. Her research had laid the groundwork and contributed heavily to the Human Genome Project. That had all been because of the first Brightheart Project. How long had it been since she had thought about Ava Hunt? About Lady Liberty? The project that had started it all. It had been her genes that Emily had eventually altered and used as the basis of the second Brightheart Project, which had led to the most recent iteration of it. Of course, no one knew that. No one was around from back then anymore.
Not that Emily was allowed to interact with anyone from back then, even if they were around. After all, that would make it way too obvious that she was–
Was that–
A smile broke out across her face as she made direct eye contact with a pair of bluish eyes as she passed the woman on the street. A woman who was supposed to be very dead.
Her day off had just gotten a lot more interesting.
Emily turned her head back around, facing forward. She kept walking, letting the crowd carry her onward. She had no doubt that the woman she had passed would come after her. With that in mind, she made her way down most of a city block before ducking into a little café. Once inside, she sat at a table for two, and she ordered a black coffee with sugar and cream, and something off the menu that looked more like a milkshake than coffee.
As she waited for the drinks to be delivered, she looked out the window with a faint smile on her face, facing away from the door entirely. After all, there was no way that Lady Liberty was going to make a scene in a little café in Pittsburgh.