She worked through the early hours of the morning until she got to his memory section. The gears here were highly advanced, still made with those old symbols, but Aspen would find that her fingers seemed to understand instinctively how to put it together. It simply made sense.
As the sun rose over the horizon, she snapped the last piece into place. Mo stood in front of her, completely still.
There was a moment of silence. Quietly, the gears surrounding his eye began to turn. A small hum grew from inside his body and it took a few minutes before he blinked, looking up at her. "Took you long enough."
He stretched, yawning as if he had woken from a long nap, which, in a way, he had. "Elias dismantled me," he said. "My memory is slowly coming back now, though, thanks to you. Just give me a few moments."
"Elias," he mused, pacing on her desk. "Hm. That's weird. Elias. Elias. I think... I think he might have made me, Aspen."
"He's lied to everyone," he said, cleaning his whiskers. "Everyone in this world of yours. He's lied to them all."
