The Clockwork Heart

The Clockwork Heart By Zackary Baker (link: 'Play')[ (track: 'Nostalgic Piano', 'play') (goto: 'Play') ] (track: 'Nostalgic Piano', 'loop', true) (track: 'Nostalgic Piano', 'playwhenpossible')

"Ugh..." [[Wake up]] [[Die inside]]

Nostalgic Piano: https://freepd.com/music/Nostalgic%20Piano.mp3

It's a killer headache, it'll run it's course. Your body is in bad shape. You can feel your heart ticking in your chest as you evaluate the damage. [[Get up]]

You take a deep breath. The world around you slowly solidifies, and you feel the weight rest on your chest. Your mechanics are soldered together in places, and your wires are coming loose. You aren't who you once were. [[Wake up]]

You see your leg is in tatters. You start to disassemble it as you watch the skyline for the buzzards you're expecting. They made you look human, and the birds can't seem to tell. Your camp is small, but its enough to survive. [[Look at your leg]]

It's spread out before you, all the pieces longing to be put back together again. To be useful. [[Look around the camp]] [[Get oil]] [[Get the wrench]] [[Get the polish]]

It's small, but it's home. She used to be here, but no more. You'll find another soon enough. All things change, and change is always. A stupid saying. [[The tent blows in the wind|Look at your leg]]

You oil the parts well. Something about your hands remind you of a trained mechanics. That life is behind you now, and all we have is to look to the future. [[Get the wrench|Get the wrench 2]] [[Get the polish|Get the polish 2]]

Not quite yet. We aren't at that step yet. You shake your head at the circuitry that misfired. [[Look at your leg]]

No need to polish what can't be seen. It's a waste of good cleaner. [[Look at your leg]]

You start working away at your leg. The small parts have always been trouble, but sometimes it's easier to keep it maintained than try and find a few spare parts from people who don't exist anymore. [[Get the polish|Get the polish 3]]

No need to polish what can't be seen. It's a waste of good cleaner. [[Get oil]]

You polish your leg before you reattach it to your vessel. It reminds you of the questions they asked when they shined a light on your creator. It reminds you of the time they tried to shine that burning light on you. You escaped, and now all you do is wait for the day where they will rip out your everlasting, still-beating, [[Clockwork Heart.|Title Page]]