Short circuit

nine

Connor POV

I looked down at (Name) once she fell asleep, not knowing what to do. At first I knew that she had to have had some unresolved issues since she never once talked about having friends. As far as I'm concerned, me and the Lieutenant may be the only ones she associates with. The whole situation was rather... Peculiar to me also.

This human female had no romantic partner, no friendships, nor did she have any family to rely on. From what I have gathered in information so far, I have known humans to be creatures that needed the aid and support of others. It was also scientifically proven that humans that had more social experience had a better mental health, so what about (Name)? I haven't known her for long, but I know that something about her is going against my programming. I discovered this on the night she got injured by the Traci. I did not want to see (Name) hurt at all. It was something I absolutely despised seeing, but I didn't know why.

Ive also gained some information about how her past was, knowing she was also deprived of close friends besides her father when she was a child. That was also something that was perplexing about this fragile creature that I seemed to... Care about. 'Oh if Amanda could see me now...' I thought to myself, realizing that was yet another thing. After I experienced a feeling of protection for this human, I began to be able to think like a human was able to. It wasn't in my programming to think either, but somehow I did it.

If anyone caught wind of this, I'd be called a deviant. I didn't believe I was a deviant, I am a machine. Machines don't feel, machines don't think, and machines most certainly do not feel some sort of... Care for someone or something. It went against every fiber of why I was created. I was created to hunt deviant's and put an end to all of this. I was created to specifically avoid things like this, yet it happened.

I knew that a human and android relationship would never work out. Especially if it was between an Android who was not created for affection or feelings. I was not created to care about my colleagues, and it all caused me to not know what to do. At this very moment, I wished that I was human. I wished that I wasn't an Android, but instead a human that bled red blood and not blue blood. Someone who was actually capable of caring for (Name) the proper way, like a human should. This fragile human hasn't had too many people to depend on in her life and never have I ever wanting something more than this. To at least be a human, to be there for (Name).

Not as a relationship, but at least as a friend. One of the closest friends she'd ever have. One that didn't have to be her father, someone new. I knew that wishing for something like that was impossible to happen, but it was something that I'd like to happen. Just like I'd like to listen to heavy metal with Hank more. Being able to have a life beyond gears and software updates. To be able to live as a human, to be alive. I didn't know what too many emotions are besides care, fear, and anger. Beyond that, I don't know what those are. Perhaps I never would, but I guess a wish is all it would ever be.

(Name) turned in her sleep, a tender tear falling down her face as her face twisted into a frown. I didn't know what more to do. Even just randomly showing care with a simple hug was not what was in my software. It was something I observed from the humans. I decided to read a book of hers, in order to understand what she was like further. To understand more... Human culture. I gently moved her head and got up, going to her neat book shelf and looking at each book she owned.

There were books like a series in a story of Hunger games and sci Fi novels like The Martian and magic novels which seemed interesting like Harry Potter or Percy Jackson which I dont think I've heard of before. I've seen books about warfare that was over a century or two ago. I then ventured to a small specific section which interested me the most. I had seen books like Fifty shades of grey and a book that was very old called Twilight which all seemed like interesting selections to read.

I then picked up one of the books, examining it and it was titled Die for Me by Amy Plum.

(It is an actual book, the whole series of those books are my favorite books actually. I suggest you to read it. They have paper copies and online copies)

I began to read as I became more and more interested in the book. I analyzed each character and the book as I learned new things. The main female character seemed similar in personality to (Name). They are both closed off and have not really cared for human contact. I decided that this book was in my best interest, seeing as it was a romance novel it also interested me on what would happen.

Deciding to come back to the book, I out it back and I sat back down. I allowed (Name) to curl back up into me, which I didn't have much of a problem with now but I decided to turn on the news. It was nothing too much until I seen that a group called Jericho had risen up and they went a Pacifist way. They didn't resort to violence... Which was odd because deviant's behaved irrational and out of place. I tuned in, making a call to the Lieutenant but not getting a pick up from him. I then decided that I would communicate to the Lieutenant tomorrow to brief him in the situation.

Not knowing what to do, I sat here and I waited. And it was at times like this, where I had a wish that I wasn't an Android.