Metal Heart

Chapter Five

"You'll never guess what happened " Katrina squealed with some form of sparkling entering her eyes . Katrina continued on as if she wasn't waiting for an answer .  

"The principal let me become the head of the homecoming committee!" she said with happiness .I was confused. Why is that such a huge thing for her to be ... to be unusually hyper about?  

" Rexer! Are you listening?" she asks me with her eyes huge and glimmering.

"Of course." I answer, getting into a position that looked like I was fully into the conversation, but had room to look elsewhere. A random thought of home popped in to my mind while Katrina was still blabbering.

 I wasn't use to it here yet, by it I mean this place Earth. Sometimes I was I was never sent here, but it was the only way I could remain safe while my parents are trying to fix Robotron. I wish my planet never became the way it is now.

Everything would be okay. Katrina waved a hand infront of my eyes, interrupting my thoughts. When we finally reached the lunch table, Mitch gave me a cold glare. Which I had no understanding of the reason why. 

 Then  I realized something. Social things in this world were hard , while subjects like math and science were easy because back on Robotron we were taught things so far advanced. We were so caught up in advancing our race, I think we forgot what it feels like to actually feel.

Can I feel? No. I can't because we're robots. I need to remind myself that before I get too caught up in this human race which will make my father extremely mad.  I need to just learn to act like a human. Act, I repeat in my head. 

I had wondered off from the table and found myself outside . Maybe if I tried harder , I could understand more of this world , and of the humans . 

I watched the swaying trees that are moved by the wind, which I barely can feel. I looked around and saw a group of guys, they were wearing hard looking hats and they all wore the same clothes with numbers on them . 

I walked closer. They all ran towards a few people, most of the surrounding one guy with a brown shape in his arms. The guys threw it over many of the others until it  sailed through the middle of what looked like two poles on another pole that was sticking into the ground. Why are they all fighting for this brown shape? What is so special about it?

After that I went through the rest of the day listening, but not really paying attention. My mind wondered to Katrina. For some odd reason that I wasn't yet aware of I kept thinking of her, besides my planet.

I kept questioning the look of hyperness in her eyes. I did not know what homecoming was and I was very questioning when Katrina asked me to help her before the end of the day . 

"Just draw the homecoming sign, the theme is out of this world." She handed me tools that looked like a pencil , but were much thicker . Katrina showed me a picture of what the sign should look like. I scanned and analyzed it with my brain and took a mental picture of it. . 

Soon I began work, tracing big letters onto a sizably long piece of paper . Katrina had turned on some sound when she took a break , but I continued working . I had to get back to my apartment soon to do the status report . 

 I looked over and saw Katrina twirling around, her arms swinging in the direction she was going . The sound got louder and louder . It didn't hurt my ears like it would most humans.  I can just simply control the volume with my own ears, until it was comfortable sound to me. Why is she playing this sound overwhelmingly loud?

When I first encountered the gym, it was larger then I imagined. The lines on the flooring had very much confused me, just as much as those guys outside fighting over the brown figure. I had asked Katrina about it earlier, and she laughed until she realized I was serious .

She told me that they were football players. I was still not up to speed, So when I got to my apartment that night I  searched football. 

It didn't seem like anything amusing or important. It seemed rather a bore to me. I then did my report for the day .

The circle on the top of my computer took in my face, a second later it appeared on the screen . I clicked on the red button and the recording had started . Sometimes I like to do my reports in typing or filming. I decided to film.

"Day 2.." I said to the screen.  I leaned forward on to the desk, propping my elbows on the desk and leaning my head on my hands . "I hadn't been here long and I absolutely don't like it here. It was nothing like my home on Robotron. I hope my father helps destroy the beings that are destroying my planet. I wish I could help fight them, but I am too young. So I suppose, Earth is better for me at the moment." I sigh. 

"Anyways, I have learned that the humans get very hyper about unnecessary things . They also seem very delicate and they don't seem to appreciate the little things." I frown at the screen. "I wish I could feel." I add.

If I may, I have something to say. I feel like I don't want to be here anymore. I have no use to being here. I know it's to keep me safe atleast.

I turn off the computer, and sit on the couch. I then get ready to shut down my system to get my energy up, or what humans may call my kind of sleep.