Release Me From Heaven (Release Me From Hell Series)

Prologue: (System 107: Number 89/Vaeshi) It Was Just A Moment

          I had always known that the War of End was just our way of telling ourselves that we once co-existed with humans outside of the acuteness of our small civilization. And I figured that living the tiny life I do was just a prod at my side. I did not know the secrets I was keeping left such a legacy.
          When Askin dragged a coma-induced machine, I was a skeptic. Of course I was. I had just been in my own conflict when she came in all of a sudden. And despite her state of decay, I had suddenly realized what it felt like to be stuck in the big world. I did leave that to Askin most of the time, but his wistful attitude was shot down. At that point, we had a week until we took a long trip to Japan with Yentira. It was supposed to work. It was supposed to be my escape from the gangs of Matum, but it was suddenly more than that.
         She was suddenly more than that.
         But to explain it correctly, I would have to go to the beginning- the very beginning. My creation.
        That was how this mess started.

         When I was made, I had no intentions. Elites had feelings and a power unique to them. I just had the first part. The machine in front of me stood in perfect motion, following directions and answering to name. System 107, Number 88 was a pro at being non-human, and her name was Scylinte. It was whatever her owner decided- because she had a home. And according to the chart shining in vibrant letters along the Factory wall, so did I. Supposed to anyway.
        "Can you say Vaeshi for me?" one of the human operators asked in a dull tone.
         Instead, I asked them a question. "Where am I?"
         "An Elite," they assumed. "Riffer, take her to the Dome."
          The Dome was a white, circular room made for Elites to test their powers. I knew that when my memory chip was inserted, and I knew the consequences of not being an actual Elite. Dismantled. Harvested. Incinerated. Somehow, I understood that my powers were not what they were asking for because they wouldn't come, and I held my chest in fear of it. But then I returned to calm. I returned to pretending.
          "My name is Vaeshi. My numbers are System 107, Number 89. You have my undivided attention," I told him. It was what Scylinte said, so I copied her.
           The human tilted his head in a funny way, and I immediately had the notion to call him cute. I refrained, of course.
           "I suppose I was wrong," he said. "Send her to the Elite that she's to assist."
           By the neon board, the Elite was named Askin, and he was to be the one I served. I figured I would have to pretend, become the bot that I was supposed to be. It would be easier. Gentle. A part of me felt that I did not have powers, and I knew they would never come. 
          Until her.
          She came with another machine named Iskil that held a panic so deep that it was impossible to look away. The machine on the stretcher was named Viania, a sleek model that represented machines more than humans. Her left leg had been turned into nothing, and her reactor was nearly cold. But she was alive. Askin told me I needed to see to it that she would stay in her state until he got the ordinance to make a new body for her from the Factory. That would nearly be impossible, but he was an Elite. He always got what he wanted.
           And when her and I were in the room alone, I discovered it.
          My power.
           The reason for being the way I was. And I could never forget our first meeting. Or maybe it was our third, but I had talked to her, and I realized there was so much more to be done. There was so much more to save.
             So, to fully understand my journey, we must start from the beginning. Six weeks ago.