Technological Terror | kim sunwoo

Chapter 11

"Out of all places." I began, placing my hands on my shoulders and caressing them in disgust. "Don't even." Sunwoo said alee of me, he attempted to get past the obstacles scattered across the floor like confetti. My body shuddered from the chills, as the place didn't have a very pleasant aroma.

"Why do you think they'd keep ropes and such in posts?" I asked, slightly grimacing. Sunwoo let out a huge puff of air, implacing boxes else where. "Good question.." He paused, skimming his finger over his lower lip. A rustling radiated from the pile of boxes tossed in a corner, Sunwoo and I immediately began bracing ourselves, grasping our melees tightly. We were alarmed by a faint blue gleam, he approached the source cautiously, every step making the atmosphere grow tense. Sunwoo threw a box over abruptly, his eyebrows were frowned. A rusty metallic eye could be viewed in the dim light. "Greetings." The unknown machine spat, electronic glitches laced in its tone. Sunwoo removed the rest of the boxes, I froze in shock. "I'm.. model a60." It spoke so carefully, as if it feared that its energy would pour out. Whilst Sunwoo removed the boxes, the body was revealed to us. A gleaming yet rusty shape of a woman resembling silhouette. "It would be pleasant if I was taken back to my mother.." The droid stated, a grin announced on its face. "Who are you? No, what are you?" Sunwoo asked, his grip around the pipe was tightened. "My mother, 2000. Our mother." It exclaimed enthusiastically, neon sky blue fluid escaping its sockets. "She'll take care of me, of you." The droid's hand froze mid air, its eyes began averting to our direction. "I don't have much time left, my model is very old." Pathetic glitches roamed in its tone, I could sense a stinging hot tear pour down on my cheek. Sunwoo's shoulders sunk, his orbs twitched. "Who.. Who is your mother?" Sunwoo crouched, speaking in the utmost gentle tone he had. "2000, You don't know her? Her kindness, her beauty, she'll..." The droid spoke as if it was dazed by something. "However, I think mother isn't satisfied with me, which is why I was abandoned here. I wished to meet her before.." The droid stayed perfectly still and quiet, the gleaming which radiated from its sockets faded away like nothing ever was. Sunwoo seemed bothered, in other words, traumatized, his breath hitched frequently. His hand twisted the droid's head, a socked popped out, containing a blackened card, seemingly a memory one. "What are you doing?" I mustered up the sanity to ask, Sunwoo stood up, composing his posture. His head stayed at his feet. "We're not going to the core for now, whatever that android said, it knows something. We need to install its card on a device." Sunwoo shifted his gaze towards me, stuffing the card in his pocket, followed by the warmth of his hand. "We could've used the proje-" I slapped my lips rapidly, sealing my lips tight. My eyes widened as I viewed Sunwoo's defeated expression. "You're unbelievable, do you know that?" Sunwoo stormed out stomping, not sparing a glance at me. I turned my head to the droid with dry bluish fluid on its silver rusted cheeks, a beam that was forever going to be painted on its cheeks standing out.

"Sunwoo, Sunwoo!" I sprinted at the heels of him, he strolled, his bangs hooding his eyes. "I feel like you are burdened with me the more you find out about me." Sunwoo spat spitefully, pausing his steps, I stood alee of him, a huh leaving my lips. "The only thing I liked about this world ending was the fact that I had met you, but I feel like you don't feel the same sometimes."