I stand, staring blankly at the site before me. Parts everywhere. Droid parts. Smoke. And tiny little flickers of flames.
"Finally. Somebody did something."
I can hear footsteps, but I pay no attention to them. I am lost in my own thoughts. Who could've done this? Why would they? Well, I think I might know why. This place is just retched. Suddenly, a pair of hands grab my wrists, and pull me back.
"Number 810189, you have been charged with murder. It is in our protocol to detain you, until further examination."
"What? You've got to be kidding me. I didn't do any if this! You just watched me walk down that hall. I can't do anything that fast!"
The driods just look at each other and a pair of metal cuffs appear around my wrists and legs.
"That's what happens when you get a little too flirty with me."
"What happened to professionalism?"
"You."
I glare at the droid. How dare it talk to me like that? Accusing me of doing something that I didn't do?
"Ma'am, we cannot begin to state your full capabilities. You are half human, half droid. You are living proof of a system failure. The council doesn't feel that your presence is wanted. We are to execute you at daylight."
My breathing hitches and my eyes get big.
"But I haven't got anything to do with this! You have to trust me!"
I can see a smirk form on the driods face.
"Do you have evidence? Do you have a recording of what happened?"
"No but the cameras-"
I look towards where I knew there had to be cameras at, and see more flickering. They're gone. Whoever did this, took them.
"Ma'am?"
"No. I don't have evidence."
"Very well then. Come with us."
The driods yank my cuffs, dragging me along with them to what looked like an underground dungeon. I watch them unlock the prison cell and they throw me in there. I fall on the floor and look up to see them closing the door.
"I'm innocent!"
No response. This place is a lot more different them what I'm used to. Its completely made of gray cement. There is no flashing, flickering, or even a slight glow. There is only a window with metal iron bars blocking me from getting out. I examine the room and find that I truly, don't like it. Its bland and boring. I begin to recall what happened today.
'You're living proof of a system failure.'
That one hit hard. I begin to wonder if that's really true. If I was lied to all of these years. If I was merely a experiment. There was only one thing I knew for certain, I was being framed, and I wanted answers. And I will find them, if its the last thing I do.
