The Tower

Clarisa

The truck juddered, shaking its passenger from side to side. "Hey how about driving a little goddamn slower. I know they didn't teach you to drive like shit."

"Silence Clarisa4530, your efforts are futile." A dark look spread across C's face. She grimaced muttering under her breath as they turned a corner slamming her into the wall. "Fucking hell! Learn how to steer asshole." Righting herself she twisted around, the handcuffs were digging into her wrists causing her discomfort, but not pain. It was one of the features she could never own. Pain was purely subjective, and that meant human emotion was needed.

C knew where they were going. She wasn't scared, more annoyed than anything. The last thing she wanted was to see the president again. Their last encounter had been, let's say, less than friendly.

The van screeched to a halt, and a guard opened the door. "Clarisa4530, remain calm, we will es-"

"Court you to the waiting facility while the President prepares herself. Do not try to retaliate or there will be severe consequences." The guard stood there whirring, she chuckled, "I've done this before honey, and I know the drill." C stepped out and walked on as the guard locked her cuffs to her own.

As thy stepped through the door C's circuits started working, calculating what to do next. "Stop it." Clarisa was confused

"What did you say to me?"

"Stop it, there are no means of escape here Clarisa4530. So you can stop calculating." The guard stared straight on continuing to walk forwards despite the slowing of a bewildered C. She's updated them. This will be harder than I thought.

"I said stop it Clarisa4530. This is your final warning."

"Or what." They had been walking down a white corridor for a bout 15 minutes. The lights were getting further away from each other. The path was getting darker. "Stop it."

"Or what?" C stopped in her tracks forcing the guard to walk into her.

Listen here. I know you can. I can't stop and I won't stop. It's just the way I'm wired. I will find a way out of this place. There was a way in and, hey, that means there must be a wa-

C's eyes went white. Her head drooping as her circuits powered down. The guard dropped her wrist, letting the limp robot drag along the floor and continued down the now pitch black corridor to the small door at the end.

A glimpse of light briefly flashed across the space as the door was opened and the closed once more.