Iko stared at the net screen in front of her, displaying the glowing file of information written by Linh Garan before he had died of the plague years and years ago.
She stared at the bright words illuminated on the screen before her, the words that changed so much, yet explained so little.
The words that made every part of her synthetic body quiver.
"Iko is my next great invention. I've been working on her since I returned home from Europe with Selene. Other than my bioelctrical security device, I do believe she is my greatest invention yet, an organism not quite Android, yet not quite human. Man made conciseness, achieved at last."
The words swam in her head "I-i don't compute." She stuttered to the empty room. A shocked grunt from the doorway where Kinney stood reminded her she was not alone, however. She shot a glare at him, but she could feel it lacking it's usual anger and intensity.
not quite android, but not quite human. . .man made conciseness at last
A strangled sound ripped out of her, almost like a sob except, she could not cry. Because she was not human. Yet apparently, as the net screen stated, not quite as android as she was supposed to be either.
So what WAS she?
The question that always plagued her somewhere in the back of her mind came rushing in at full force. Another dry, heaving sob ripped out her, devoid of tears, and her eyes shot towards the door. She expected to see Kinney there, sneering in disgust as usual, but he had a different look in his eyes. Something neither the emotional, nor technical side of her brain could process.
This confused her. Why was he not mocking her as usual? Why was he not using this opportunity to once again remind her what a worthless machine she was? She opened her mouth to ask him, but then closed it, turned back around, and stared at the net screen.
The file entry ended there. There was no explanation. No charts that would tell her how her body functioned. No map of her mechanical, yet conscious, brain.
Anguish reclaimed her as she realized she might never know what on earth she truly was. Suddenly, just as she thought she might collapse from the overwhelming mess of it all, a pair of strong arms encircled her and spun her around.
She found herself face to face with Kinney, the gourd who had only ever hated her, now holding her face mere centimeters from his. She stared into his clear blue eyes which had before now burned with cold blue flames of hate and contempt for what she was. They still burned with something, some indistinguishable passionate spark, a spark that no did not seem quite so cold.
She fumbled for something to say, some sarcastic and witty remark to smooth over whatever was happening right now, and to stop her central processor from overheating, but then he was kissing her.
And it was nothing like it looked in the net dramas, or like the first desperate time she had kissed him down in the port during their argument because it was real. Because he had kissed her, and because this was not a day dream, and because this was happening.
She felt his hot breath on her mouth as she separated from him for a second, and looked up at him, breaking the kiss. It felt so good to see something on his face other than hatred and disgust, and to consider the fact that someone might want HER, escort droid body and all.
It felt marvelous to finally live out the fantasies that had plagued her ever since she had seen him in sector RM9 during Cinder's revolution. So good.
So she kissed him again and in that moment realized: it didn't matter.
It didn't matter if she was an android or a human, or anything in between. It didn't matter that she didn't have a heartbeat, that she could never die in the same way that her friends could, or that she was made of steel and wires. It didn't matter that there would always be people out there who would see her as an affront to perfectly programmed androids everywhere, or a useless hunk of metal, incapable of feeling anything that wasn't programmed.
Because she was Iko, and that was all that had ever mattered, and all that ever would matter.She had her friends, who would never treat her like just a robot, and now she had Kinney. No matter what happened, she was Iko. And that, she finally decided, was enough
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Not Quite An Android (an Iko x Kinney fanfic)
Fiksi Penggemar(Cover art is not mine) An imagined scene involving Iko and Kinney. This is based off a fan theory I have about Iko; that her whole personality is created by Garran (cause he was an inventor) and basically one of his last inventions was to make a ro...
