Even though I know I don't really need a recharge I plug in anyways. My eyes flutter closed. This is the closest I have to sleep. I imagine the world before. The lives people had, the love they shared. I wish I had that. Maybe that is what those children were holding onto, love. I know that if anyone else found that group of children they would have died in a matter of seconds.
So why didn't I kill them?
I have done it before, but I guess I would be lying if I said that killing didn't leave me...depressed. I remember, when I first realized that we aren't supposed to feel, I was confusing, lost. I wondered why I was different, a malfunction maybe? A glitch? But I knew if a robot found out that they would turn me off, or in better words, they would kill me, and I'm not ready to die. So I kept my secret, I told no one. I'm pretending to be like everyone else. Which is pretty easy, no one really has a... personality.
I decide to go to my secret place again today. I walk two miles west into a large, abandoned library. Unfortunately, most of the books are so old that one touch would turn them into dust. But the other ones have all the information I could ever want, maybe even more. I would say there are ruffly five thousand books that are intact. They seem to be about all things, science, nature, religion, cultures, languages, food, animals, war, the sorts. I have read most of them and have stored all the information in my software, so I never forget it.
I look back to when I first found this place, about a year after I was made, born you could say, I found it and fell in love with the knowledge that I gained and came here often. I read until I had to go back. Even now I can recite everything I have read, perfectly. I bend down, slowly picking up a book called, The Biology of Insects. I flip through the book looking at its contents. Then I close it setting it down in its exact place.
I look around the dimly lit room. I can almost see the people walking by, sitting down and reading. I wish I could have been there. It's so quiet, but it has always been quiet, at least as long as I know, it has always been the noiseless library.
Author: Yay!! The third chapter is done!! Sorry if it's a little short, but I had to end it here. Like usual like and comment, tell me what you think! And the next one will be coming out soon!
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We aren't supposed to feel
Science FictionRobots aren't supposed to feel. How could they? Every organ in their body is a synthetic replica of the real thing. Man can't replicate a conscience... Yet, one robot stands out in ways never thought possible by its creators. Who is this robot? W...