Chapter 20

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"Enough with the excuses. I'm not in the mood for your unhinged games." Asimov now focused fully on his creation. His project...

The girl he found who faked her death by disappearing. Hence why the Commandant never found a body. The very same girl who couldn't handle being a soldier anymore. Who wanted to escape and have her own freedom...

All the while willing to sacrifice her humanity, her being, to become a Construct... that way, she can be better, stronger, that way... she can have the power to protect 0273 from any more harm.

"Why did I do it?" 0448 hummed. Gently poking her hat while looking with fake innocence. "You mean talking and hacking into Lucia's M.I.N.D. and shutting her down for a bit? Or temporality taking over her body and speaking with my love?" Which one is it? She wondered.

"... He's suffering mentally. He's mentally unstable. You're making things worse!" Asimov snapped with anger. "You've also disrupted Lucia's mentality now. She lost the Commandant once, now she's afraid of losing him again."

"I know the consequences of my actions." 0448 said as her playful attitude disappeared. Her gaze turned serious. "But I did a necessary course of action for Lucia... to help her." She spoke firmly.

"Necessary? What's necessary of giving her a panic attack? What's necessary of striking fear into her?" Asimov was confused, yet he as well was displeased at the Construct's twisted way of "help". Whatever that means.

"To remind her to get stronger. To remind her that any given moment... the things she cherishes the most... can be taken away at any instant." 0448 closed her eyes. "As for why I took over her body to speak with him... I could no longer hold it. I want to meet him. I want to talk with him. I want to hold him in my arms again. Hug him. I want to hold him forever, with me, he'll be safe. Always."

"... You're insane." Asimov closed his eyes and sighed. "Going that far to reunite with him. Honestly... in the end, you went ahead and ignored my orders... you went there... didn't you? You met the Commandant?" He didn't need a verbal answer, he already knows that she went ahead and snuck into the room where the Commandant and Lucia were at?

"Insane? It's not insanity I assure you. You need to understand. Understand that... it's love. Who wouldn't want to protect their loved ones?" 0448 hummed. "I don't mind sharing the Commandant with everyone else... but I am and will always be his most treasured. We all have a common goal. His safety. But calling our love... insanity. Isn't that harsh?"

"..." Asimov closed his eyes and sighed. Lovestruck maidens. Good grief. Twisted beyond compassion. Yes, while it's true that they do harbor an emotional connection towards the man known as 0273. It's in a very... unhinged and unhealthy way. "Look... all I'm saying is, lower the way you do things. He's unwell. And don't spite Lucia for being close to him. Don't spite the others okay?"

"Spite?" 0448 blinked, shocked to hear what Asimov just said. "Goodness no! I could not spite them! They've done so much to help 0273. They're people that my love trust and has bonded with! I could never spite them!"

"..."

"Although... if they were to hurt him. I'd dispose of them in an instant." Her eye glowed red at the thought before the glow faded. "Although I do kind of hold a grudge towards some that were his enemies at first. They did try to hurt him at first after all."

"Fair enough..." Asimov sweatdropped at the Construct's sudden attitude change.

"Besides... I have so much to thank them for. Even you, the President, Celica, the staff." 0448 said with a genuine smile.

"Hmm? What do you have to thank us all for?"

"You all gave him a reason to keep living." 0448 said with relief. "You all have. He has many by his side. He must have been so lost,  confused, and in agony, when we, his most cherished friends and the one he loved, were gone from the world. But as you can see... I never left this world." She giggled, her mask forming again.

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