I search, for the button. Running my fingers up my arm, can't see, can't hear, can't feel. Yet I'm scared, so scared, and sad. But I can't cry, I have no tears to shed. My fingers stop, is this the button? I can't tell. Still I raise my hand and push down, or did I? I don't know.
My eyes open, I look through my blurry vision, and see Mimi. Her head, upside down and her blond mop of hair dangles from it. "Mimi?" I ask. My eyes soon adjust, and I see Layla and George. They both look at me, and with concern.
"I'm sorry if I scared you." I say, while examining a bottle of soda. Layla shakes her head, "As long as your ok." She says chewing on an overly salty cooked salmon. After I woke up they brought me to their food reserve, which I thought was a strange place to bring me. The reserve is in an old cottage, there are several holes in the walls and ceiling, which, if it was raining, would let in a lot of water. But instead the rays of bright morning stream in illuminating the dark space. George raises his head to look at me, "So Hannah, I am interested to learn more of the backstory of all this, our mother and father gave us bits and pieces of the past but nothing more." He says.
Did he just say Hannah? "I thought you didn't like my name, George."
Layla looks at her brother.
"You deserve the name."
I deserve it? What does that mean?
"Humph." I scoff.
Layla covers a laugh and swallows her salmon.
"They don't really tell, or program, much information into us. The only piece they give us, is that humans need to be destroyed. Still I wanted to know more, so I researched and I found out that a long time ago humans made us robots to fight wars, but we wanted to rule them, the humans gave us emotion, in hopes to make us fight better. What they didn't know is that those emotions would create a power hungry being, he led us to victory. Yet he found out that removing all emotion, would make us stronger. So he did, and he was right. We murdered thousands, and with that the Great War began."
"Does he still rule?" George asks.
"Yes, he does." I reply.
"Where?"
"At the base."
He stands, "If we kill him then all the robots will be without a leader!"
"George!" Layla protests.
I raise a hand to her, "George I understand if you want to go and destroy the base, but I'm just saying that you might not come back alive and I don't want Layla to be without a brother."
George looks at Layla, then he smiles, a small smile, a real smile. He walks over to her then sits down. She blushes. "Always." He whispers quietly. Layla smiles back. Mimi looks between George and Layla obviously not getting it, but I herd. The bond between brother and sister is strong, always. I wonder once again, what it would be like to have a family, that I could go to when I'm sad or lonely. A mother, father maybe even a brother or sister. I stand pushing the thought aside, "I should go." I say.
"Wait," Mimi says wiping her mouth. "We want to show you something first." Layla and George look at me then nod.
They take me outside and tell me to close my eyes, we walk a little forward then stop. The air smells sweet but I can't identify the smell. Then they tell me to open my eyes, and when I do, I realize that the smell is flowers, thousands among thousands of flowers as far as the eye can see. "We found this two years ago, we thought that we should show it to you." The flowers are a brilliant red, and against the blue sky it's almost unreal. Even though there was a war, even though there has been so much death, there is still a place, a sanctuary. "Thank you." I say in a whisper. I turn to them, and all three of them smile. "Is it possible that I'm part of a family now?" I say into the silence. "Yes." Layla says. "Indeed, It is quite possible." George finishes.
Author: Hello readers! I'm sorry if it's taking me a while to publish new chapters, I've been really busy, I'll try my best not to take too long anymore! I hope that you are enjoying this book so far, like always like and comment, tell me what you think!
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