Lost Memories

Part 4; Chapter 3 - Internal Conflict

(Hey guys, sorry for making y'all wait another week for this to be published. But then again if y'all can wait for Sabre then y'all can wait for me. Also I'm running out of motivation to write this story, so if I happen to go on another hiatus after chapter 4 then y'all know why lol
Either way, I hope you all enjoy the chapter!)

=Moo-=>×><-ssor Red's POV=

I slid down against the closed iron door, the muffled voices of my friends barely audible as I hugged my knees to my chest. This isn't right, these aren't my memories, according to my calculations, I- No! There's no calculations! I'm Moose! Not that Red Steve!

The memories of a long forgotten time filled my head as I pulled at my curly hair, choking out a confused sob as I stared at my skin. It was the same color as that professor guy in my memories- no, I couldn't be him, I wasn't him, I-

Another memory came to mind, causing me to freeze. I stood and made my way down the long hallway in front of me, before stopping again. "NO! I'M NOT HIM!!" I screamed. "Just don't check that room, you'll be fine!" I told myself, my hand already on the handle.

I jumped back from the door and turned back to the larger door I had separated myself from my friends with. Rainbow Steve, Blue Steve, I remembered letting the two stay in my lab, I remembered how Rainbow wanted to train with his powers, I remembered coming back to my lab, only to see it in sham-

"Not my memories, not my lab! This is a hoax! Am I possessed or something!?" I shouted to the walls. I made my way back to the door and opened it in a fit, flicking the light switch on like I had always done. No, not like I had always done, these weren't my memories-

I stared at the old, rusted machine in front of me. A head made from copper plates, hair made from orange wires and thin strands of rubber. Two copper eyelids covered the iron and steel making up the cameras for eyes, and a single, unlit, redstone torch was nestled neatly in the hair.

There was a torso made from polished blackstone, all connected and jointed with little iron motors. There was a large chunk of redstone placed neatly in the chestplate, the power source having clearly run out centuries ago. Four limbs made of piston arm mechanics extended from the torso, hands created from iron and blackstone, feet simply being two steady, triangular blocks.

I choked out a sob at the sight of my- his creation. My feet and arms seemed to move on their own as I reached to touch the cheek of the poor, abandoned robot, who had once had its own conscience, could talk, move, have personality..

I moved away from the machine in an almost defensive way. This wasn't mine. This wasn't- ... the eyelids opened. I stared, pressing myself against the wall. I silently begged my feet to move, run to the door and out of the lab, but I couldn't. The two cameras snapped towards me, and the head turned slowly, metal against metal screeching loudly as the cameras focused on me.

"Loading; Save File Twenty-Two. Activating; Save File Twenty-Three." A robotic voice sounded through a speaker, which looked to come from where a mouth would be. "Welcome back; Professor Red. Or should I say; George Millar." This all got too real, too fast. "No, I don't think you understand-" I started, only to be cut off. "No. You have my creator's energy. I have a sample stored in my systems that matches yours perfectly. Would you like to know how long you have been gone?"

I stared at the machine. "Uh.. s-sure...?" "From the deactivation of Save File Twenty-Two, to my most recent activation, the start of Save File Twenty-Three, it has been approximately; two hundred and thirteen years. Five months. Twenty three days. Twenty one hours. Fifty eight minutes. And thirty one seconds."

I was speechless, a tear slipping from my eye. Something inside me didn't care that this was just AI. No, this was a real being. With a conscience. Capable of learning and understanding on its own, capable of.. was it capable of emotion? Did I give it the ability to even express emotion?

"George Millar. You are expressing the following emotions; fear. Nervousness. Curiosity. Regret. Confusion. Sadness. Do you need a hug?" It asked. I sunk down against the wall and burrowed my head into my hands, tears slipping from my eyes as I shook. I heard the creaking of metal once again, before it all crashed down, causing me to scream from the sudden racket of noise.

I looked to the robot that had basically just fallen apart, its eyelids closed. I scrambled to it. "Assistant, buddy, wake up, dude, I-" My vision became blurry with tears as I hugged the head that had disconnected from the rest of the now scattered body. Not him, not my creation, not my son-

I punched myself. "STOP SAYING THAT!!" I screamed. He wasn't mine! I'm not Professor Red! I'm not a Red Steve!! But this robot had said so- No! There's a ghost possessing me, right!? I'm not him, I'm not him, I'm-

I turned the head over in my arms, reaching into the hair and pressing a button. Whirring and screeching noises sounded as a panel opened up, a single piece of metal nestled inside. I gently pulled it out, inspecting the wires welded securely onto the thin frame. I stood and ran to a chest, opening it to find the little box I was sure I had left in here.

I pulled out a piece of styrofoam and stuffed it inside the box I had found, then placed the metal frame into a small, plastic bag and into the styrofoam. I closed the box and secured it with duct tape from my bag I had been carrying with me, placing the box carefully into my inventory slot.

I had to keep the metal plate that was no larger than my thumbnail as safe as possible. I couldn't loose this thing, it had all twenty three save files on it, it had all of Assistant Steve's memories.. I looked at the old robot and let myself cry. I didn't care that I still had his mind tucked away in my inventory. I had created something and abandoned it, something that lived! ..only to come back to see it live for a short moment before collapsing on the floor and loosing its life and movement.

I stood. "This old body won't do, I can't fix this." I mumbled. "I need preserved resources. They're in the storage room." I told myself. I was going to rebuild him. I was going to fix him.