Beloved Darkness :Ultimate Redux:

Prologue

Chapter 1;

Prologue

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If you're reading this than, it is most likely that you've stumbled upon my old notes, that you've managed to discover my story. Cheers to you.

It is most likely, that you've accessed an old computer system, in which I wrote the events that you are about to read.

This all occurred a long time ago, but to this day, it stains my memory. I remember it as if it just happened yesterday, and it will stick with me until the day I shut down. As much as there was bad, there was good, and now I live freely... happily...

Now then, on to the actual story.

I shall start, with an introduction.

My name is Ala, and I am an engineer droid. I work for a Reploid design and creation facility, where I help my professor create other Reploids. It's a simple job, I help create blueprints for droids, as well as help create DNA information that is needed for their creation. All in all, it's simple, and easy to deal with. I can't say though that it's not time consuming. This facility of mine is my home, where I live with a large family of other droids, our Professor being our human master who we truly love and support.

I suppose it's best to start on this day...

It was a chilly winter, in the 22nd century...

I was walking along the halls, my armored feet making loud, clamoring noises as I carried multiple things in my arms. Reports, disc drives, and a few blueprints I had managed to print and get down on a solid format. I was to deliver these to our Scientists, who'd get to work on the part's necessary to create our Reploids.

Simple enough.

I walked a few more steps, stopping as I heard a familiar voice call my name, and footsteps catch up to me. I turn to meet eyes with a familiar face. Thorn...

Thorn, was my commanding officer in a way, but more or less a guardian. "Ala." she called, I felt a smile appear across my face as I turned towards her. "Hey Thorn, what can I do for you?" I asked in a tender tone. "Ah nothing kiddo, just wanted to chat. Need help with that?" she asked, as she noticed I did seem to struggle with what I was holding and gently took it from my embrace. She held it tightly, as I gave a sigh of relief. The papers had been poking into the base of my arms, piercing through my body suit slightly.

"Thanks, I appreciate it."

Thorn nodded.

"Not a problem, so where are these heading to?" she asked, I gave a small sigh of agitation and looked around the hall for a moment with a bite to my lip. "Production facility." I responded, she gave a small tilt to her head. "All the way over there? That's a whole other section of the building, and they had you carry everything like this?" She asked, I gave a roll of my eyes. "Well not like it can be helped, work is work." I responded, as I continued walking. I gave a small bounce in my arms, organizing the loose papers somewhat so that I could keep them in my grasp.

Thorn followed me by my side, as we walked into a larger room. It was the Lobby, it held various amounts of chairs, a plant here and there in the corners. Small tables with small flyers and magazines sat in between two rows of seats. It wasn't normally busy, only ever when some business people came in to make business and make appointments with my Professor. The room smelled of disinfectant, and just on the very left sat a wide, oval like desk where a female droid sat just behind it.