Motoko sighed. Another wasted effort. She stared at the laptop screen, looking back at the fiction she had crafted for her and Keitaro to live in. Lying naked in her bed, she passed one hand throughout her curves, barely touching with her fingertips, the idyllic image of Keitaro still vivid in her head. Her leg twitched almost imperceptive, as she finished up comforting her restless urges; her breathing returning to normal now. "Maybe one day" she said to the dark empty bedroom, barely lighted by the screen. Deleting the file, she went to bed. "Maybe one day..." she repeated sleepily.