She sat on the hallway wall, her head tilted upwards, bags beside her, for weeks, as she suffered from poverty and homelessness.
At night, she would look up at the sky. She was feeling really scummy; she had no laptop, but she had her phone.
Soon she would become feral, wishing to steal something; however, a cone drone would come and spray her and even sedate her.
Every attempt to steal became naught, as the drones would be around to keep her sane while she suffered homelessness.
She carried her bag, the guilt she carried with her, and the independent studying, her social insecurities, and her eventual vacation from her domicile.
She hid the hallway from the drones.
While everyone is having a good time.
In this world, she felt crushed by her iniquities, the actions that she did that led her away from grace. No redemption for her, as the only thing that mattered was survival.
But still, she believes that she can come out of this situation alive and powerful; she knows it wasn't over. Her eyes teared up, she looked straight into the abyss and whispered, "I want love," but this love she seeks did not transcend
Ava resumed mobilizing herself, with the bags she was carrying, and she wanted a place where she could take a bath. She went to a hotel, which was tall, but not extremely so compared to the towers near the center of Sector 451.
However, the building maintained its own monolithic nature, still looked beautiful, so that one would not feel discontent.
Ava walked to the receptionist counter, and then she approached the worker behind the counter, "Hey, Miss… May I enquire about a room in the Elysium hotel?"
The receptionist looked like a tall female with brown hair and beautiful green eyes, with no acne. Her work uniform hides her slender figure, and she seems to be wearing a beret of sorts.
Making the hotel look even more classical but high-tech.
She was elegant, looking at Ava while operating the monitor, eye-to-eye with Ava, and declared, "A payment of 10,000 credits would suffice, yes?"
Ava, with hope in her eyes, brought out her card, "Would this be enough?"
The receptionist leaned over, glanced at the card, grabbed it, and had it scanned by a device. The device picked up EM information and micro details, even the electronic data, before confirming the paycheck.
The transaction was finally made, as funds from her bank account were being transferred.
The receptionist looked at Ava and informed, "Your room will be on the 6th floor, Miss Ava. Room 615 to be specific"
The receptionist prints the layout of the tower; its tactility was that of a GSM paper. Plastic but classic.
Ava held to this GSM paper and memorized everything before focusing on the elevator after her while carrying her bags.
She approached the elevator, and it opened as she entered.
As soon as she arrived at the inside of an elevator, she looked at the futuristic interface integrated into the side of the elevator's door interior design.
Ava looked at the side, her stream of mind.
"Curious, there is a graphical interface on the side of the elevator, which showed which floor I could pick to belong to."
"And from the looks of it, it can calculate the optimal balance between G-forces and acceleration to minimize the incidence of side effects, while arriving at the level safely."
Ava used her fingers to operate the controls, pressing on the 6th floor, where Ava looked up and heard a mechanism as pumpers came out, and filled with loads of Nitrous Oxide.
Soon, Ava felt like she was drugged by chemical agents, feeling serene. Mind's empty. No rebellious thoughts.
Soon, Ava is finally in the level she was supposed to be in, just in no time. It was quick like teleportation.
Soon, a few seconds have passed, and the elevator doors have slid open, and the GUI has already confirmed that she is on the 6th floor.
And the speakers announced, "You are finally on the 6th floor, please exit the elevator."
Ava commented, eyes blank, "How convenient."
As she walked away from the elevators, bringing her bags, one of them a backpack with her clothes, and another was a stroller.
Both are considering the necessary items for living, such as a toothbrush, toothpaste, and so on.
The hallway was very quiet. As soon as Ava walked, she glanced at the Renaissance paintings and sculptures made by artists using Nanotechnologies displayed alongside the vintage brownish texture of the hallway.
Ava resumed her graceful walk; her bad odor was about to suffuse the hallway, causing a war between her body's odor and the advanced air filtration and conditioning of the floor.
And so Ava finally reached the door's biometric scanners with her hand, where the door opened.
Soon she entered the room with her bags and unpacked them, before deciding to shower in frigid temperatures, which was supposed to lower her blood pressure. Moisture showed in the windows where Ava is showering. The bathroom was transparent.
She continued to shower as she let the cold water absorb her stress and pain. She tapped on manual controls where the shower's head switched from water pink-like liquid with translucency that of water, but functions like a detergent, making her hair and body clean.
Ava checked on the volume; it was about 89 percent.
Finally, she finished her shower, where she turned the water clockwise, and where the shower slowly stopped spraying. Changed into her clothes, but it wasn't the pajama nanosuit that helped her sleep, it was now a simple night gown, she was holding while wrapped in her towel.
Ava finally wore the nightgown, brushing her teeth with a toothbrush after the shower, she went to the balcony, she stared at the night sky, breathed the air, and smiled.
She smiled, she doesn't feel like a robot anymore, one who is operated with machinery, but her real self.
"I am Ava, fresh and new," she yawned as her mouth flaps. She felt so sleepy that she went to bed in her nightgown and fell asleep.
Soon, the scene concluded, and she finally gained independence, but this marked the new beginning of her new life in Sector 451.