Reality is worse than I thought. I may look real but truly I am a machine, many for nothing more than work. I have no heart or brian, at least that's what I've been told. I can't fall in love or have any ideas. Either would cause my death.
My model is a B49. I'm the last of my kind. Living with humans, I'm forced into labor because that's all I'm good at. I see the looks I get from other workers and pedestrians. Its like I'm a beast or a bomb, waiting for the right moment to attack. Only one person truly cares for me. He too is a machine, despised by all like I am. His model is a C79-87 and he's also the last of his kind. We speak on occasion, which happens to be when we are allowed to talk.
As machines, we can't be friends or more than that. We have no families or relatives. We can't give people nicknames and we aren't allowed to come in contact with any human. We can't have emotions or state opinions. We can't feel pain so we're beaten upon often.
I have scratched and dents but I can't feel them, I'm not allowed to. At least I think I can't feel them. Every time I get a beating, I feel this odd sensation where ever I am hit. I don't understand what they call pain because surely this isn't what they are talking about. Its too strange of a feeling to be pain.
As I was saying, one day, C79-87 came over to me. That day was one of the rare days that we can talk. I usually never talk but this was an exception.
"Hello, B49, how are you today?" His asking caught me by surprise. Something must be up.
"I'm fine," I say, readying my question,"What's up?"
"The ceiling. I thought you knew that. Or can you not see that. Either way, I wanted to say you look pretty today." I watched him walk away.
Wait...... He called me pretty! We aren't allowed to do that. C79-87, boy are is he in trouble once they find out. I thought for a moment more. They won't find out. As long as I don't tell anyone, no one will know. I must keep this to myself or else he, and, quite possibly, I can get serverly punished. We could be put into the infirmary; to death. I will not let anything happen or else we are goners. The last of the machines.
The next day, I received a note from C79-87. I read it when I was alone.
Dear B49,
I can't tell you how beautiful you are.
You are stunning.
I wonder if this is what it feels like to be in love.
Love, C79-87.
Quickly I hid the note. What has gotten into his system? We can't love let alone say such things to each other. We can't even think! We are strictly prohibited from such nonsense, such human task. I hope its just a small defect or wire dysfunction.
Work ended and we all headed to our assigned quarters. I share my quarter with others like me; machines. Sadly there are only two of us. C79-87 and I sleep in the same room.
"B49," his voice full of worry,"You can't tell anyone how I feel about you. I have these...ideas of hugging and kissing you but this can't happen. Both are against the rules."
"Yes," I say," but do you mean it?"
"Mean what?"
"Do you really love me? Do you really have these ideas about me? Please inform me," I look him in the eyes, they are a blue grey color. Pretty.
He walks towards me, smiling and an unknown gleam in his eyes. Is that love? When he reached merely inches from my face, he says,"Yes. I do mean those things. I really do love and I'm gonna prove it to you, right now."
He pulled me into a hug. It was a warm, non choking, simple hug. I've never felt such a sensation. He let's go a bit to place his soft lips on mine. This time I feel an odd sensation in my chest. Like a leaping and flipping sensation. Is this my heart? I stopped thinking to kiss C79-87 back.
Then the door slammed open. Heavy boots walked towards us and strong muscular hands pull led us apart, we were hugging again.
"Who'd like to tell me what's 'appening here?" The man asked. This man's name is Steve, he's a body guard. I'm guessing he was on his late night patrol through the quarters to see if we were sleeping, dead, planning something, sick, ect. His grip was as strong as his muscle size, which is both a good and a bad thing. I recognize him because, well, he's the one who beats me.
I opened my mouth to explain but C79-87 beat me to it. When I say explaining I meant accusing.
"Its all her," he pointed at me,"She came at me and...hugged me. She told me she had all these... ideas about...odd things. Such as running away, loving me, and she even thought about destroying this place. She forced me to kiss her and act like I was enjoying it. That's when you walked in and saved me from this creature, this defect. We must remove of her at once!"
"But-"I tried to explain only to get cut off by the guard guy.
"Thank you,C79-87. Or should I say Michael," he turned towards me,"Miss. B49 you were being watched for defection. This boy you trusted fooled you to prove you were a defect."
" I am not a defect I was tri-" tricked by them both. Explaining this won't help my situation. Great.
Before I knew it, the guard reached for my shutoff button, meaning that I was to be destroyed. Permanently. The last this I saw was C79-87, or Michael, smiling evilly at me. He mouth I love you. Yeah right...... ACCESS DENIED. SHUT DOWN COMPLETE.
THEND
