Chapter one
Makayla (#810189)
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"First word that comes to your mind?"
"Suicide."
Suicide. That word. Suicide. It just hangs in the air. Emotionless, yet so tempting.
"Interesting...."
Everything's always interesting with him. Oh how I hate him. He locks me up in this...prison cell and expects me to cooperate. That's how its been for a while now. Forced answers. No reason behind them at all. He himself is emotionless. Straight face, little facial hairs dancing across it. He was telling me something. I don't know what and I don't care. Why should I even give any thought to him? Its not like I mean anything to anyone...
"Malaya! Pay attention!"
That's my name. Makayla. Though its pretty irrelevant at this point, seeing that they usually don't even call me that anymore. I have a number, not a name. According to them I'm not a "Regular". Heck, I'm not even fully human. But who cares? They sure don't. They don't care about anyone in this dump.
" Makayla!"
"What?" I finally look up, after a few minutes of silence.
"Answer me."
I stare blankly at him for a moment, trying to process what he just said because of course, I wasn't listening and wasn't planning on listening. I search my files for maybe a recording of the question he asked me. A red flash pops up and reads,
_System malfunction. Unable to find file_
Of course I can't find anything. I wasn't listening. When I'm not listening, nothing records.
"Can I ask you to repeat your question please?"
I try my hardest to be polite to this man. He _is_ the one keeping me alive at the moment. My life is literally in his hands. There is a knife sitting right next to him and a disabling code he can put in to make me stop working. Its all just in case I get out of control, but if they shut me down, I can't be started back up. When they were doing my surgery, there was a mistake made. Therefore, I am now half human, half cyborg. Almost everything about me is synthetic. So, if they shut me down, everything stops working and I can't be revived. Its terrifying really. Knowing that you have to be almost naturally perfect even though there is just about nothing natural about you.
"I asked what your favorite pass time is"
The question shocked me. I've been in a lot of these questioning things before and never once have they asked me that question. Its not that its a personal question,it just caught me off guard.
"Um...what?"
I know its annoying to have to deal with me,but I already told them that I don't ever listen. I would love to make them mad and watch myself be able to get to them, but it's not that easy. Honestly, I don't know what makes them tick.
"Oh Makayla,never mind. Dismissed."
He sighs and I get up, glad to get away from him. I walk out the door and let out a long breath that I have been holding in for hours, even though I don't need to breath. I close my eyes for a second and here a click. My eyes fly open. They are met with a glass covered helmet. The droids. They have like no mind of their own.
"Number 810189?"
I nod my head and they escort me to my teleport plate. I get on along with the droids and we slowly disintegrate. When we appear again, I am in my cell. I step off the plate and the droids disappear. I step onto the white floor and look up at the ceiling, watching the yellow codes flicker every once in a while. This whole place is nothing but a bunch of codes. I can't talk because I am too, completely vulnerable, useless. Helpless, in this world.
