We aren't supposed to feel

Before

Author: Hi! Just wanted to say before you started reading that this is my first science fiction story, so constructive criticism is welcome! Thanks!

She was twenty three years old, with beautiful red hair and blue eyes. She was a survivor, and I was instructed to kill her.

It was winter, harsh winds blew against me, sometimes mixed with sprinkles of snow, but the only thing that made me falter, was my mind. I didn't want to kill her, I didn't want to kill anyone. But fear is overpowering. If I don't do my job, the thing I was made for, then they would know that I can feel, and they would kill me. So in other words, I am a coward.

I held the gun tightly in my hand. With my aim I only needed one bullet, so only one bullet was loaded into my gun.

According to the other robots, she was hiding in a cave. I was almost there.

The tap of my feet echoed through the large space. It was dark, but my night vision makes every crack and crevice illuminated, she really had no chance of hiding. Pushed up against the wall of the cave she was breathing fast, she was terrified. I could see her but she couldn't see me; I was effortlessly submersed in darkness. I raised the gun to her head, and as if she sensed it; her eyes closed and a tear escaped the right one, and with that one more came. My hand shook, so I brought my second one up to steady the first. She was shaking too, her body which was beat and torn was vibrating. I started to pull back the trigger, and just before the gun shot out its only bullet, she opened her eyes and whispered in the coldest voice I had ever heard: "Monster."