This is the thirteenth chapter of a fanfiction adaptation of Christine Love's visual novel Analogue: A Hate Story. You do not need to have played the game to understand what is going on. This story is designed to be accessible to newcomers as transhumanist dystopian sci-fi, and many liberties were taken with the setting and dialogue, as well as with certain events.
Content note: Sexism and not-particularly-graphic discussion of sex.
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*Mute walked with me, down a mirrored version of the corridors towards the tram station. She matched my slow, lumbering pace, taking small and (I guessed) ladylike steps. Holding the train of her long hanbok, as though she were actually trying to keep it from getting dusty.
Sometimes, the glass "window" I saw her through was melted, sparking, or cracked, and she disappeared at those times. But she always came back on the other side, and patiently waited whenever I stumbled. It almost looked like she was having to hold herself back, from reaching out to help me.
I'd come back to the Mugunghwa to save *Hyun-ae. But for the hour or so that it took to walk to the tram station in magnetic boots, *Mute was all I could think about.
Because I was crushing on her, so hard.
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