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After half an hour on the road, which gave me so many new experiences, we drove into the underground garage of an elite high-rise building with security at the entrance. A couple of turns – and finally, my, apparently, now a permanent home. Or temporary? After all, it is not known how long I will be in the property of this mistress. Margo stopped the engine and sat on top of me for another minute, removing her helmet and sighing heavily. It is not so easy to forget someone else’s death, which you have witnessed. She trembled and rubbed her face a couple of times with her hands. For me, her emotions were felt, as if she were dear, close. I saw her in “that” life, and now she is with me, and she even gave a new name and talks as if she were alive. At least some landmark in a new way of life for me.

After stroking my polished red metal side, the girl got off and, hanging her helmet on the handle, went to the elevator. I wanted to scream so that she would not leave, would not leave me alone with grief and misunderstanding among the cold, lifeless machines. But not a single sound escaped me, I fought inside the metal in hysterics, unable to break out. But the elevator doors closed inexorably, hiding the girl, and the underground garage was covered with an echoing heavy silence.