Officer David, a state trooper on Copper 9, lives with his father, a UN soldier, after his mother passed away tragically after a brutal head-on car accident. David lives a fairly boring life, not doing much except working, but has a decent personali...
I watched from the abandoned apartment building out at the decaying city skyline, which looked impressive against the rising sun. I ran 'yawn.mp3' and stood up, grabbing my toolbox full of basic robot maintenance tools. It wasn't the same as the flavored tooth wash from my apartment in the Outpost, but it got the job done, even if it tasted like shit. I walked down the haphazardly fixed stairs and into the old penthouse, which half of it had fallen off the building from the subzero climates turning the steel supports into paper. I grasped the welded metal panels that I'd used to block of the collapsed part, giving it a firm shake before letting go, satisfied it was solid.
I looked through the cracked window down towards the Outpost, where the strong floodlights provided a beacon to the entrance doors. I sighed, remembering the terrified expression on Thad's face, the bodies, the gunfire...I looked away. I didn't deserve to have friends right now. Even if I wasn't the one responsible for Thad's parents' deaths, I was responsible for the injury of those officers. I set up my camp stove on the snow-covered counter, setting some rusted steel inside and cooking it. I waited a moment, before shutting it off and grabbing the metal shards, chewing them.
I wanted to gag from the disgusting taste, but that wasn't an option, and forced myself to swallow. The sharp metal registered a few moments later, and I winced at its feeling in my gut. Suddenly, I heard a knocking at the door. "Hello?" "Это я, ты в порядке?" I sighed. "Come in." I saw Doll's red eyes shining in the semi dark room as she entered, and I sat back in a cracked and fading armchair. "Они беспокоятся о тебе." "Heh, last I heard they were more than happy to turn on me." "Не другие офицеры, Uzi." I rolled my eyes. "Fat chance. I'm wanted for something I didn't even do. I'm surprised you even wanted to see me after that scene."
"Я знаю, что ты этого не делал."
I looked at her. "And what makes you so sure?" She seemed a bit nervous, looking at the floor for a moment, before looking back at me. "Ваше отношение, то, как вы действуете, как вы себя ведете, то, как вокруг вас царит утешительная аура, то, как вы хотите только помочь." I was lost in thought for a moment. "I only was like that when I could. Out here, there isn't much to do except hide in this run down dump, live off discarded, rusted scrap, and hope that they don't come out of the colony to finish hunting me down for something I never even did." I sighed, staring up at the ceiling. "It's hopeless." "Для вас еще есть надежда! Ты знаешь, что ты невиновен! Ради бога, вы полицейский! Докажите это!"
I looked at her, smiling softly. "You're ambitious, I like that about you. Reminds me of my mother. She was always so caring and kind, never resting if she knew something was wrong until she fixed it." She tilted her head, and I twirled my finger in the air. "Before she died, she told me to keep fighting for my father, but he died long ago. I found the colony, and then I had them to fight for. But now..." I let my arm fall limply to my side, and it dangled over the edge of the armchair. "Now I'm just fighting for a reason to fight." I sighed, looking over at Doll again. "You have a loving family, a clean record, you shouldn't be plaguing yourself worrying about me."
Doll looked furious. "Я знаю, что ты невиновен! И мне плевать, если тебя не волнует доказательство своей невиновности! Я сделаю это сам!" She stormed out, slamming the makeshift door behind her, which promptly fell in with a dull thud. I heard the drone's footsteps retreating down the stairs. I played 'dramatic_exhale.jpg' and summoned a record player with my solver, grabbing a dusty vinyl record out of a crusty red box and turning the handle a couple times, dropping the needle and letting the old mechanism play.
J POV
I watched as the worker drones tore apart Micheal's apartment. Already tons of personal items and furniture had either been flipped, thrown to floor, or knocked over. I quickly grabbed a framed photograph that showed Micheal in his human form, next to his parents. The frame and glass had been cracked from numerous tramples, and I put the photo on a small pile of things that had wound up on the floor, including art, other photographs, and other small things. "When are you drones leaving again?" "Shut it MD." I played 'eyeroll.gif.' It was hurtful to watch them tear apart his well put-together home, and even more so to be insulted. "Y'all need to leave before I fucking put my fist through your visors!"
I looked at V. "I kinda agree." A drone wearing a police cap snapped his fingers, and the other paused. "Alright boys we're done here, let's head out." I watched as they departed as if they hadn't just ripped apart someone's home. "Thanks for coming! Do NOT come again!" I shouted down the hall, pressing the button and shutting the door. I saw N picking up a plate off the ground, or rather half of one. "Poor Micheal, he's probably having a panic attack right now, being wrongfully accused and all that." N was a faulty little bugger, but he made a fair point. "I say we take some of this stuff to him, better than leaving it here for those jerks to smash up again if and when they come back." I deployed a sack from my arm, brushing the items inside and letting it hang.
"All we have to do now is find him." "I don't think it'll be THAT hard."
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