We aren't supposed to feel

Part one: Robot

People walk to and from occupation. Children hold onto their parent's hand. Skyscrapers reflect sunlight as it comes over the horizon creating small squares of light that contort over objects. 

Cars hover inches above the ground, riding on a current of air. Everything is an interlocking puzzle of science and perfection. Everything works perfectly, nothing breaks. Every person's life is planned out. Simple, and easy. 

Peppered in with the people are machines that look so much like the real thing, even their creators have trouble telling them apart at times. But they lack imperfection like their flesh and blood counterparts. They stand at each corner, and at each intersection. The machines blend in so seamlessly into their surroundings barely anyone even notices them. If anything should ruin the perfection of this early morning, they will step in and take care of it. Making sure all the pieces still connect perfectly together without a single gap.

Such is a perfect future. Though I suppose now it is a perfect past.

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 My eyes open and I take the wire out of the back of my skull. Cursing at the small prick of pain.

I walk, joining the group of others. They all march in a single file. I know where we are going, we do this every day, all day.

Dawn is just starting to break when the cold air greets us. Although I am the only one who can feel the wind against my synthetic face.

 I examine my surroundings looking for any kind of noise indicating humans. I'm midway between a thought when I pick up what sounds like breathing. I turn my body around and approach a small hole in a building. The breathing gets louder, and faster. I hear feet scraping the floor. I bend down and peer inside the hole, the building I can tell was some kind of business. Small cubicles fill the first floor. Many chairs are tipped over. Papers are scattered across the floor in an eerie display. I tilt my head to the left as I try to tell where the breathing is coming from. Exactly two feet from the left. I slip into the building. I stop at an upturned table. I slowly walk around it, then I see, bodies pushed against the hard plastic, three children. All huddled together. Their eyes dart to mine, their figures tremble. I examine them thoroughly, their arms are wrapped around each other in a protective huddle. Two of them are all protecting one child. A young girl. She looks at me not blinking. I search their eyes for a long moment. These children, shouldn't be killed. Involuntarily I raise a hand and bring it to theirs. Folded, holding tightly to something only they can see. My glass finger touches theirs, and they flinch. I stand, raising my arm to see how much battery I have left. Then I turn, bend down and slip through the hole once again and walk away.

 I wonder, what were they holding onto so dearly? What did they have to hold on to? Is it something I don't have? Or maybe it's something I need? I also know all this wondering is going to get me killed someday.

Author: Dramatic!! I wasn't really sure what I was going to do with this chapter but I think it turned out pretty good! Please vote and comment and the third part will come out soon... ish.