Human

A good type of hell

Previously:

I project my voice throughout the speakers in their control room.

"Actually I am only half-robot and I feel every emotion, just as I did while I was human. And my name is Luna by the way, not 'It'." I watch them react to my voice and words, their faces the depiction of shock and I burst into laughter again. This cell is the start of my new life, out of hell. And I couldn't be happier.

Now:

As my laughter dies down, I pull my mind out of their machines and focus on myself. Because of all of my laughter, the injury on my side has begun bleeding again. I sit on my bed and assess my injuries. My side is only a flesh wound caused by that robot shooting at me, but I think it only grazed my skin. I open up the compartment in my robotic arm that holds my medical supplies, by pressing down on the crease of my arm. A small square panel opens revealing bandages, disinfectant, tweezers, stitches, medical thread, my own formula for curing poisons and some anaesthetic for humans. I pull out the bandages and disinfectant and quickly dab the alcohol onto my wound. I don't flinch at the pain now, my mind back in robot mode, minus the emotionless part. I quickly rap it up using my bandages and assess my arm. It doesn't look too damaged, because it was repairing itself during the walk to my cell, I just needed to spray the skin back on. I grab that out of a small compartment on my inside wrist, spraying an even coat onto the damaged area. Once I finish, it looks like I have a normal human arm, a dirty one sure, but human. Now I turn my attention to my right leg, the one that annoying girl shot. I pull it up onto my bed and decide that it wasn't too bad, I just needed to pull to bullet out and stitch it up.

I grab the stitches, tweezers and the disinfectant again from my arm and quickly get to work. I shove the tweezers in my leg, the pain crippling but familiar. The robots didn't tolerate pain so I learnt not to feel pain as I attended to my own injuries. I grab the bullet and pull it out quickly and precisely, examining it curiously for a moment before dropping it next to me. I drench my thigh in disinfectant, cleaning it of all the blood before stitching my leg up with the needle and black medical thread. I sigh once I finish, bandaging my thigh. I lean my head back against the wall, closing my eyes as I return to my human side, the pain and the emotions rushing through me - just how I like it. I can hear them murmuring from the control room, but I pay it no mind. When they decide they want to talk to me they can. I decide to take a nap, even with the guards watching me. Robots didn't sleep, they recharged but I definitely sleep. It takes me a while, my head full of Orien's desperate screams but I know I will see him again, but not yet. That thought ties me over as I drift off to sleep.

I wake up screaming, sitting up with a start. I am drenched in sweat and extremely disoriented as I listen to my hectic breathing. I look around, noticing the plain white room and the electric wall of my cell in the human compound. I sigh in relief and drop my head into my hands, trying to control my breathing. It was just a nightmare, you're safe, you're free. I think, breathing out slowly and shakily. I sniff and drop my legs over the side of my bed, still a little shaky. 

"What were you dreaming about?" A voice says from the sound speaker. I glance up and chuckle softly.

"Just a nightmare, nothing to be concerned about." I say to my empty room, assuming that he's listening. 

"Robots don't have nightmares, they don't even dream." The voice states, sounding confused.

"Well like I said before, I'm not a full robot." I say, standing up and stretching my arms above my head.

"How does that even work?" I stay silent, not ready to give them any solid answers yet. I decide that just because I am in a cell, I shouldn't have to give up my daily routine. Every day in the compound, each robot was required to exercise their human form to keep them as strong as possible. It was my favourite part about the compound, which doesn't really say much. I sit on the floor and start my sit ups, keeping my breathing even.