We aren't supposed to feel

Part eleven: Robot

"You need to come to the coordinates that I gave you."
"Yes sir." I say into the speaker on my arm.
"Bring your fire equipment."
"Yes sir." A soft click tells me that the conversation is over.
It doesn't take me long to get to the coordinates, once I get there I see that it is a large building. Walking inside I see that the walls are lined with books. Every inch of the building seems to be covered in dust. I step out and turn on my torch as everyone else does the same.
"No!" A voice screams in my head.
We light the building. Flames lick the wood, swirling around it. They dance in my eyes. I feel a small twinge of something, it grips my chest.
"No." The voice says again.
It takes mere minutes for the building to turn to a pile of ashes, a small pile of destroyed, dusty books.
"Go back to your chambers." One of them say.
I turn on my heels and start walking.

"Hannah!"

The word jolts me out of the drifting nothingness that I am in when I charge. My eyes open, I look around then stand. Glancing down at my arm, I see it now reads a hundred percent. Fully charged. I walk out of my chambers then follow the line of robots outside. The landscape moves past me as I search the ground. The terrain turns rocky then smooth. I walk through puddles of water that are green and oily.
"Are you going to kill?"
I stop walking and look around me. At the vast land, the grass moving in a gentle breeze.
"Don't you remember me?"
It's a soft voice. A warm voice. I continue forward, my body walking, mind clear. Drifting in a dream. I walk as the sun dips down past the hills and purple spread across the sky. As the ground crunches under my feet and the world slides past. I find myself in an field, with thousands on flowers filling it. A brilliant red. Against the sky.
"Don't you remember this place?"
The words tug at my insides, the mechanical parts that turn and power my every breath. The very life inside of me.
"Don't you remember, them?"
The words echo. They fill my empty mind. I drag my legs through the flowers, moving forward. A small cottage appears in front of me, the wood worn and old. I go up to it and open the door. Inside, holes fill the ceiling letting light in. There is a large cooler in the far right hand side of the room. Then something on the floor catches my eye, I bend down and see that it is a small piece of paper. I pick it up and read it,
Please, remember your family.
That is all it says. One sentence. I look up around the room once again. Then walk out. I weave my way out of the flowers, a smell lingering in my nose.

I take my cord from the back of my head. Standing I look around.
"The paper," I look down at it, turning it over, and over in my hands. "why did you keep it?" I walk over to the garbage, I raise my hand. If I drop it, the paper will fall into a fiery pit and will be forever gone. I lift one finger, then the other. Finally I let it go, it spins in the air slowly drifting down. But before it falls in I snatch it and hurriedly walk away.

Two days later I open it and read it again. It says the same thing. It has been five days since I found that small piece of paper. It has been nagging me. I have thought about it on all my walks, and everything I do, I can't get it out of my head. It's confusing and it hurts, I feel like I'm missing something, something important. And that voice that sometimes talks to me, who is it? Do I know her? And things have been creeping into my mind, questions. Small ones, very small.
Why?
But what does it mean?
And suddenly the voice speaks again.
"You're thinking."
Who wrote this?
"You're feeling."
Layla, George, Mimi?
"You're remembering."
I raise my head, my hands shaking, my breath quick and shallow. Memories flood my empty self, filling everything with emotion. The feeling is both, terrible and amazing. Scary and wonderful. I scream, and cry tears of happiness. The feelings and emotions are so mixed that it seems to be tearing me up inside. But I don't care. I look up at the door. Where are they? I go outside and clutch the piece of paper in my hand. Can I find them? Or is it too late? No, it can't be. I will find them. No matter what.

Author: Hello readers!! The book is coming to a close! There are only two chapters (or so) left!! But still I am really excited for the ending!! Oh and sorry that I wasn't writing for such a long time, it has been CRAZY busy around here and the computer that I am writing this on crashed and I lost some of the story! Like I said, crazy. But everything is working now and I'll be publishing the next part soon! Like usual like and comment, tell me what you think!! Also I just started writing a short, short, story and I just published the Prologue, if you want to check it out it's called Life, thanks!