Clara Musk is the daughter of the new CEO of CyberLife. As androids show increasing signs of consciousness, Clara's father declares all androids are to be disassembled. Humans are ordered to stay indoors until the android threat is neutralised. But...
I try to shove Connor away. He effortlessly pushes me back against the tree trunk and buries his head in my neck, his soft lips resting on top of my skin.
A snowflake drifts down from the sky and settles on his shoulder.
"Warnings take the fun out of it," he whispers.
Then suddenly draws back and his brown eyes bore into mine. "Run."
"W-what?"
"Why do humans never run when you tell them to?" Connor exhales, irritated. "There's a killer robot watching us from the branches above our heads, and he's about to try and murder you."
I snap my head up. Two, glowing, red eyes stare down at me.
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I hear the sound of branches violently snapping, as matte black limbs begin to twist and turn.
"Run. Got it."
Connor draws out his gun and steps back, just as a mass of black descends from the tree.
That's all the motivation I need to will my legs into a sprint.
I begin to crash through the trees in the dark forest. Nettles and thorns take turns in tearing at my skin. I'm not thinking of escaping anymore. I'm just thinking of putting as much distance between me and that thing. It's not something my father had a hand in designing. It's unlike anything I've ever seen.
A loud moan echoes through the forest. Connor.
I slow down, but don't stop.
The moan turns into a shout. One that brings painful memories to the forefront of my mind.
I come to a halt.
"Don't," I usher to myself. "He's not him. He's not Sammy."
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