Runaway

Now

I hold the gun in my arms, my hands shaking as I held it, I had seen a gun before, and I had used one, but this one felt different, I just didn't know why... "detecting, detecting, there are 7 bots in the area, 3 flash, 2 drones and 2 bombers" Sam calculated, my eyes widened, sweat trickled down my forehead, "no..." I ducked down behind the counter...

The important thing about Sam was that he could transfer his consciousness into other bots, take control of them... he could also communicate through code, speak without making noise, he's limitless. However... if he gets too stressed he would spiral out of control forever, his consciousness would slip away again and he would become like the rest... that couldn't happen... I wouldn't let it... I've saved him from the Virus for many years, but I can't keep him calm forever... that's what I fear...

The door slammed open and I held my breath, stiff, I peeked, a drone bot, they had an advantage... over view sight... they could see me if they came too close to the counter. Sam peeked the corner and transferred his consciousness into the drone, it buzzed to life again, this time, blue. Sam. "You can come out Max, it's safe" I slowly creeper out from the counter, my gun raised, my gaze unforgiving. "It's me Sam, you can drop the gun" he replied, understanding in his robotic voice. "Oh, got it" I slowly lowered my gun, my gaze shifting to the door, "how many bots here now?" "3, 2 flash bots and 1 bomber" no... not a bomber... the bombers had a good eye, taking one step in the wrong direction could kill you, but I haven't experienced one in a long time... months and months long... but our time left is short... our rations are slowly falling... and not many humans are left... If I die...

Maybe the human species would fall...