I was listening to the beeping sound of the crickets, as they filled the air with their lively touch. The extremely narrow paved road ahead of us, seemed nothing more than the path to our death. For a full long minute, we had listened to the sharp metallic clicks and thumps of the machines, as they walked around the edge of the city, spraying their bright red lights over the grass.
They were guarding the gates, and we had lost all our hopes to find them.
I turned towards Emily and stared, not knowing if she would say anything or not, as she never talked to me after the incident. I thought, she feared me more than she trusted me. Actually, she definitly had no trust in me or my loyalty towards humans.
“What do you think?” I asked, still ready for a answer of silence. But this time, she spoke up, her voice clear and crisp.
“I don’t know.” She said. “We can’t even get pass the gates, i don’t know if we could search them in there.”
“Because they are everywhere.” Emily interfered, her eyes widening. “The red light they have, can scan the human flesh instantly after even a little interaction. They will know where we are, before we can think of another plan.”
I looked ahead and scanned the place, wanting to catch a weak point somewhere, but their wasn’t. The long and wide barricade of wall, seemed to be made of solid concrete and then covered with a layer of pure steel. It was glistening like metal, as the rays of twilight casted it’s impression upon the surface. The machines however, were more of the rugged iron, rusted and rough, except for the glowing glass on their forehead, there was nothing else which would gleam and show the movements.
I sighed, looking at the my hands and how they resembled to the other machines. I was the same, same mechanics, same tubes, same power supplies, same wires and even same paint.
But i was the one, who they could not kill. I was one of them, so they had to refrain from hurting or breaking me.
The air was heavy and dense, my body was erupting with a desire to prove myself as a worthy friend, or perhaps just like them. Emily leaned back on her hips, opening her small red pouch, which she always hung with her waist belt. She seemed to be searching for something, but then she came out with some tablets.
“What are these for?” I asked, moving closer towards her.
Once again, she didn’t say anything, she just glanced at me for one second, before she gulped them down her throat and drank some water to clear her voice.
“To not let me sleep.” She said, her voice bearing a touch of firmness. “Back at the very beginning of all of it. Me and my father were left alone in our house. But now i think, we might be the last humans in the whole city.”
I gasped, then tried to hear what she was saying.
“Those nights.” She shook her head, her expressions cold and unreadable, and then she gulped. “All those nights, me and my father had to stay awake, listening to the movements of those killing monsters. Those machines.”
“Where were the other people? Where they dead?”I asked her, staring into her twinkling black eyes.
“No.” She pressed her lips into a narrow line, which showed that how much anger was filled within her. “They left us.” She chuckled, it was more like a painful laugh, and then she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “They were all cowards, so they left. Leaving our family behind. We told them that we can stand together and fight, but those were all pathetic losers, who grabbed the right opportunity, and sneak out in the night.”
She was shaking and snapping her fingers, her eyes were filled with a watery layer, as if she was going to cry the very next minute—but i knew she wouldn’t. She was stronger than I could have ever imagined.
“Fighting with those machines was probably not the correct choice Emily.”
I said, lowering my voice to a whisper. “Maybe what they believed was right. Maybe they made the right choice, by leaving the cities. Maybe you made a mistake by staying there among them.”
Emily turned, her eyes darting a look which would cut through steel, as she gritted her teeth. The small veins around her forehead, widened and stretched.
“We made a mistake?” She nodded in disbelief, her lips pursing a sarcastic smile. “My mother was a patient of paralysis. Half of her body was paralysed and she was lying on her bed, when those things entered our house. I tried everything I could to protect my mother, but i could’nt. Unfortunately my father wasn’t home at that time.”
She paused, her breathing was getting a bit rapid as she spoke.
“Do you have any idea, what it feels like to watch your own mother, being butchered infront of you, while you can’t do anything but moan and beat those metallic bastards with your useless fists.” She paused again, turning her gaze towards the crisp grass. “It was impossible for us to take our mother out of the city. She was ill, she couldn’t have travelled that much. She would have died during the journey, if we would have taken her out.”
The wetness of her skin gleamed with a faint glow of the moonlight. I peered down at those sweat balls, marking a trail of glistening layer around her neck. She was trembling, her lips curling open to breath in the foul smelled air.
“But do you know what Donnas?” She leaned over me, her lips squeezing with pain and disgust. “I expected this from you, afterall what more i could have expected from a robot. A puppet of destruction. A devil of annihilation. You are just the way I have thought of you, when i saw you for the very first time.”
Emily cringed with the startling sound of a mechanical bot, hovering into the cold still air. It gushed a sound which was hard to bear, then It flogged away, leaving behind nothing but a cloud of grey dust and the smell of gasoline.
Emily took out her gun and pushed it’s barrel against the stiffness of my forehead, but she didn’t shoot a single bullet.
“What are you waiting for?”I asked her, focusing into her nervous looking eyes as she tried to look away. “Shoot me and end it all. Your misery and mine too. What do you think Emily? I like this kind of life, when i know that I was created to kill, when i see the condition of his world, and knowing that I might have tried my hand in this too. Go ahead and shoot me dead here, and end it all.”
“I would love to shoot you Donnas.” She gritted her teeth, smearing with her crimson lipstick. “Trust me I will, but when we reach back our camp with Tella, Dialla and Granny. I am no fool to put myself and the life of those three in trouble my killing you here. I know you could be more than a worthy companion as a human.”
“You are using me?” I asked her, my eyes unintentionally squinting at the horror of being dead in a more minutes, or hours probably. But it was sure that she was going to kill me, and if she didn’t, than Jordan would.
My death was a certainty.
But it was fine with me, as a death of one machine, would not put an end to the survival of humanity. But instead, my destruction, would bring joy to atleast one camp.
What ever my future lay beyond a sheet of blackness, i was happy that I couldn’t know it.