Watch Out

I could feel its eyes on me.

I tried to concentrate on my work, but it just wasn't happening, not with that sensation of being scrutinised...all day, it hadn't taken its eyes off me. Wherever I went, I could look and be sure to find a pair of wide, pale eyes - almost blank - staring deep into me. Often it wouldn't even look up to face me. It glared at my laces, or my fingers.

When I'd first seen it, I'd boggled at its appearance. It was almost laughable; looked almost like a...robot monkey. A humanoid, no taller than two feet, with sleek, steely skin and a ridged tail. It slunk noiselessly, the joints well-oiled. The very idea of a tiny robot coming after me was amusing at first; as always, reality makes things more serious.

My boss chastised me for my apparent laziness. I felt sick just looking at his pudgy face. Nowadays, though, I felt sick just looking at any of the people around me. I wasn't meant to feel like this, but I was glad I did. The humans I surrounded myself with were vile.

I snuck a glance back to the vent. The monkey was still there; what did I expect? It was so...graceful. A smooth example of perfect design. Perfect. Yes. That was the word.

Perfect.

The word echoed in my brain, somehow, for some reason. Perfect. Perfect.

I didn't notice what the monkey did. That everyone else stopped. If I'd looked, I could've seen a drop of water hang perfectly in the air. Perfect. A shining orb of light...perfect, like the monkey, like me.

I am too perfect to be myself. I must let go of time and mind and self. I must become like the monkey. Wash away the dirt.

Perfect.

Perfect.