Chapter 7 - From an Old Life

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[Sabre's POV]

I think... I think I'm dreaming.

I see a bunch of computers, the walls of some kind of lab, cords everywhere... but I'm tiny and being carried by something... it's not a robot.

I look up and see that it's another human, who kind of looks like me, but older. I look around and see more other humans in white labs coats walking around, and the person I'm being carried by enters a room with a sign label floating overtop the doorway:

Lab Room 6: Project Steel

The person enters the room, and I'm met with the sight of more monitors to the sides, and a glass wall in front of us. Past the glass is a room with what looks like a giant charging station, a window to a lush outside surrounding a high-tech city, a chair, and a bookshelf. Standing in the middle of the room is a robot, which resembles my new friends... although this one looks like an earlier version.

"Hello sir, how are you today?" A woman in a business suit says to the person carrying me.

"I'm doing great, thank you. Just wanted to introduce my greatest creation to my son." The man I'm being carried by says. Wait... son?

The woman laughs. "He's pretty young, you know. One year old isn't exactly a human's perfect age for developing memories."

"One and a half, mind you." The man laughs as well. "It'll be no problem for him to remember these androids, since he's going to be meeting with them every week."

"It's almost like you're treating both your son and your robot as if they're brothers." The woman says.

"Heh, wouldn't be surprised if I was." The man replies. "Both Sabre and Origin are my favorite accomplishments."

How does this guy know my name?! And who's 'Origin'?!

"It is a wonder how you kept your son alive despite his... condition." A scientist in the room says.

"Well, the powers of science are also a wonder. It's poetic how one wonder brings life to another." The man says, holding his hand out to tiny me, and I see two small hands reach up and grab it.

Wait... am I viewing this from a toddler's perspective? Is this person their dad?

"Now, if you'll excuse me..." The man says. "I need to show Origin to my little boy."

The man walks into the room beyond the glass, and the robot turns to him as soon as he notices his footsteps. He towers over the man.

"Hello, creator." The robot says. "Are we going to work on more of my mechanics today?"

"No, I thought I'd give you a little break from that." The man says. "I'd like to introduce you to someone."

The man gives the robot tiny me, and the robot picks me up and gently holds me in its arms. He's looking at me with almost a kind of curiosity in his solid, bright blue eyes.

"Ah, who's this little one?" The robot asks. I hear a little kid giggling.

"Origin, I'd like you to meet my son." The man says. "His name is Sabre. I'm sure you recognize that name."

Hold up, that's my name! That guy is saying I'm his son...? Is... is this a memory?! But from where?! I was stuck in that monster-filled world my whole life! There's no way I would have met robots in a futuristic lab!

"Yes, I do recognize that name." The robot, who I know is Origin, smiles. "Would you like me to add him to my list of profiles?"

"Very much so, as you'll be seeing him very often from now on." The man says.

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