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Body - N short story

I flew across the sky, my body silhouetted against the glowing planets. I locked on to my prey. A blue-eyed Worker Drone who made the mistake of going out at night. My grin widened and my teeth sharpened as I dove down, landing on the ground in front of it. The shockwave from my landing sent it flying backward. 

As it fell, I caught it with my stinger. Stabbing it in the spine, paralyzing most of its lower motors. It tried to crawl away, dragging itself through the snow with its arms, desperately begging for its life. I equipped a sword and stabbed through the hole made by the acid. My blade went through its core, up its neck, and came out the top of its head.

I extracted my blade and ate, refilling my oil. I didn't need to hunt, we had oil back at base, but I needed the distraction.

Tastes better fresh anyway.

Once I had refilled myself, I took to the skies once more, cutting through the falling snow. I was alone, and now I needed to think. Uzi had been not so subtly questioning me for hours. She had finally given up and fallen asleep. Thankfully. I had been getting tired of changing the subject and dodging the questions. Truthfully, I had never wanted her to see that again. 

She saw that part of me once, when we first met. When she took my head off with her railgun. But what had happened today was different. Today wasn't hunting. It was defending. I had never felt like I was in control, the entire time that was happening. I was riding passenger to my own programming. 

I growled in annoyance. I hated that. For so much of my time here, I'd never felt in control. I'd go out hunting, then the next thing I'd know, I'd be back at the spire being berated by J. Hell, I didn't even really know where the spire was for a while. Whenever I went out, some other program would take hold. That lessened after a while, but it was still there.

Apparently, there was something else in this metal shell that was made to take control of my body. I know damn well how strong I am, especially compared to V or J. I didn't particularly enjoy hunting most of the time. And I would never play fight with V or J for fear of hurting them beyond regeneration. That got me labeled as a coward.

I was right though. As proven today, it takes almost none of my strength to stop a full power strike from V. And I can move faster than their optics can even register. They don't stand a chance if I lose control. And I will lose control. I was never able of stopping myself before, can't do it now. Uzi has been the only thing consistently capable of getting me back to normal. 

I growled in irritation again. Why could she do that? Why can she control me better than I can? Like I'm just some regular robot. Just a machine. That's all I am, a machine. Something to just be used and controlled by other people, with no sentience.

I landed on one of the large smokestacks on the outside of the facility, looking at the shadow I cast on the snow below. I heard wings flap, and I assumed V or J had gone for a flight.

"Hey N."

Damnit.

N: Hi, Uzi. Do you need something?

Uzi: I just wanted to check on you. Something seems wrong.

N: Well nothing is. You should go back to sleep.

She didn't listen. Instead, she sat down next to me on the edge. She placed a hand on mine, and I looked down at her.

Uzi: Look N. I know I'm not great at emotions, but I can tell there's something wrong. You know you can talk to me, right?

I remained silent. Funny, from what Tessa has complained about Jack doing, I'm acting almost exactly like him.

Exactly like him.