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Chapter 1: Tracker

 "Identification and holo-sheet please." The securibot asked with it's excruciatingly dull voice.

"1-4-4-9, Attack Defense Droid 1, sector 34a8r." I replied, mimicking the securibot and handing over my holo-sheet.

"Thank you 1-4-4-9." The securibot took my papers, stamped them, and handed them back.

I pocketed the sheet and walked through the large doors to the left of the booth. Stepping through them, just like I did every day, was no different. Robots intermingled with people in the large plaza square leading to Lord Cole's palace. Some robots were trying to sell things, some were just chatting. Most robots looked like you would expect, all metal with a static face and no emotion. I was an exception. I was an Attack Defense Droid, first out of the 4 that were ever made, and the last. I'm not a full robot, more like a cyborg I guess. I am human, or at least I was born human, but I'm part robot. I can feel the wiring going up and down my arms and up the back of my neck, plugging into my spine. I had shoulder length dark teal hair and bright light grey eyes, and had the full range of emotions that a human could have. I suppose that if someone was looking at me from straight on and from the waist up, they would say "Oh, she's human!". Once they see my right arm, they wouldn't think so anymore. I had an intricate metal fist that went up to my elbow and was skin tight, as if I never had real skin in the first place. This is what every Attack Defense Droid was given, a metal fist to punch people with. That not what I used mine for though. I was determined to be a normal, or at least semi-normal, person. I worked in a small antiquities shop in the plaza. We sold things that people bring in and don't want, or things that we find from old Earta or Earth as people used to call it. I walked through the crowd of people, noticing their stares, and got to the shop. I opened the door which rung a bell, notifying that I was there to someone I couldn't see. I heard some rustling in a box, then saw a small figure dash across the floor.

"Ehs? Is that you?" I quietly took steps towards the figure.

Suddenly, the door opened, and in came another cyborg. I turned around and saw that it was . I completely forgot about the mysterious figure.

"Hey Sark, what's up?" I walked to the cracked, glass front desk.

Sark was my closest friend. Standing at 5'7, he's a bit taller than me, and a year older than my age of 19. He was in the same lab that I was created in. His purpose was to guide the Attack Defense Droids that were created. Since I was the first created, he was meant to guided me to my end goal. I never did reach my end goal. I was created for fighting, but I never actually wanted to fight, I thought it was pointless. When Sark realized this, he stayed with me and became my friend.

Sark walked closer, "Hey Ira, is anyone else here?"

I looked at the close he was wearing. He looked like he was going on a trip, wearing pocketed pants with small things in them, mount-boots, and a thick auto-coat with a brand new health patch on it, "No... Why?" I asked.

"I have something insane to tell you, I'm not sure you're going to believe me." Sark smiled.

"Well tell me then." I widened my eyes, wanting to know the big surprise.

"You know how all of the other Attack Defense Droids are nonfunctioning right?" Sark asked

"Yes, I know. What's the point you're getting to?" I placed my hand on my hip.

"One of the royal scientists tracked one of them, and it's still functioning. There's another Attack Defense Droid still working!" Sark smiled as wide as he could.

I stood there, shocked, "Are... Are you serious? You're not kidding right?"

"I wouldn't lie to you Ira. I have the tracking device right here, look." Sark took out a small device with a dark screen and a small, white, light that kept blinking.