Trever Goodchild sighed as he made his way up onto the stage. His eyes scanned the empty seats as if he was searching for someone to be there. He sighed and looked down at his paper and began to read off of it and he memory.

"We're not perfect. We never were and never will be. No matter what science will bring to us, imperfection is apart of our daily life. But we've been who we are. We've always been who we are...." He stopped and sighed. He always hated giving speeches.

Flashes of his old love, Katherine, flashed before his eyes as he squinted them shut and tried to focus on his speech. "Life is life. We can't expect much from it and it can't expect much from us. We've always been perfect on the surface, but never all the way through," he said as he then stopped again. I can't focus right now....

Standing in the shadows of the back of the huge room Aeon watched and listened as her target rehearsed his speech. When he was about half way through the tall leather clad woman began running through the deserted hallway on the other side off the room. Coming up to the door that led back stage she quickly cut through it and stopped running.

Walking quietly so her steps couldn't be heard she went over to the part of the curtain that opened to the stage. Reaching down to her thigh, Aeon gripped her gun and pulled it out of the holister. Raising it up she burst through the curtains, gun aimed at Trevor Goodchilds head. She had come here to kill Goodchild via The Handler.

Trever froze and looked at the woman before him who had the gun pointed at him. A Monikin, he thought to himself. And then it hit him hard and fast of who this Monikin is. Katherine.

"Katherine....it's you...?" he said in a voice just above a whisper as he raised his hands in easy defeat.

The he looked beyond Katherine to find his assistance creeping up behind the Monikin. Then she took her stick and smashed it against the back of the Monikin's head, knocking her out.

"Put her in one of the cell's," Trever told his assistant.

His heart was pounding fast and his head was spinning. How could this be? His long-lost love, who he had thought was dead, was here...and on a mission to kill him...?

Aeon was about to pull the trigger when she heard Trevor call her Katherine and she stopped, a blurred memory starting to surface. Blinking Aeon's hand holding the gun started to waver. A bunch a blurry images started popping up in her mind and she couldn't focus anymore. He called her Katherine, thought he knew her. Deep down Aeon could feel that she knew this man. She was so distracted by all the images and her thoughts she didn't notice Trevors assistant coming up behind her until it was to late. Getting a bash to the head Aeon was knocked out and she fell to the floor.

A small gasp coming from her Aeon opened her eyes and sat up. Looking around the Monican saw that she was in a cell. Standing up Aeon walked around the small cell, listening to each of the walls hoping to hear something. Noticing a grate up in the ceiling she stepped under it and looked through the bars. She could feel a slight wind coming out of it.

Trever sighed as he looked at what the security cameras picked up of this Monikin. Apparently, her name was Aeon. He sighed. He had to talk to her. So he got up and hurried to the cell area to do so. Everything was white and clean and personally, he didn't care too much for it.

Trever motioned for them to open up the one wall of the cell so that it would just be glass between them. After the wall had disappeared and Trever motioned for his guards to leave the two in privacy, Trever took a step forward and looked at the Monikin.

"Aeon...you've come to kill me...why?" he asked her in a calm voice with a face that she would be unable to read, hiding that he was just so happy to see her again, ignoring the flashes of blurred memories of them together over a hundred years ago when they weren't copies.

Aeon had been studying the bench she had woken up on when she heard a sound coming from behind her and saw a bright light. Standing up slowly from her squatting position she turned around. Seeing Goodchild behind the now glass wall, Aeon took a few steps until she was standing a foot away from the wall. Running a finger over the glass she spoke. "You called me by another name before, what was that name? And I bet you can guess why I've come to kill you." Bringing her hand back from the glass she let it fall to herside as she watched him.