Blue. [DETRIOT: BECOME HUMAN- CONNOR ]

Nineteen

My world spun, and in these moments I began to regret my choices.

Maybe if I had let it go. Maybe if I had just turned and walked away from this. God, Hank was right. I have an obsession with my job. I've never lived my life anymore than I did when I was a slave. Maybe deep down, I miss the days before I had a soul. Maybe I miss the way it was? When death meant nothing and neither did life. Now death creeps closer every day. The bitter figure of the it stepping nearer every night when I'm awake. I have done nothing to deserve the gift that I've been given. Sure, I won my freedom, but did I earn it? Before the revolution I was a killer. I killed my own people. Why was that forgive? It was me that did those things, just like 900 is doing this to me now. Maybe I deserve to die.

I sat against a concrete pillar in an empty warehouse. 900 paced in front of me, fiddling with a something in her hand. We've been here awhile. In the time it took her to steal a car and drive away, I'd felt my consciencness grow weak. Blood, shining indigo in the soft light, driped down from my palm in streams of thick liquid. It started to pool under my hand, leaving a circle of blue on the concrete floor. I just watched it. There was nothing I could do. First thing 900 did was disabled my ability to communicate with the police. Now I was truely alone. My thoughts were so quiet without the police radio traffic; it was unsettling.

"I've been thinking about what I should do with you." Nines spoke, not looking at me, focused on the object she moved in her palm.

"I could kill you." She continued, "but that's so easy." She made a face, looking over my bloody figure. "You see. I know my limits." She held a small chip in her hand, I realised now that it was a hacking chip from the club. As she twirled it in her fingers she hacked into it, changing its purpose. She sighed quietly, looking me over, disappointed. "-You're bleeding everywhere, let me see that hand of yours."

I looked down at my hand, there was a hole clean through the center of my palm, and I could see my metal tendons straining to work within the carnage. She swayed over to me, feet barely on the ground. With a delicate touch she took my broken hand, looking it over it gently. "There is simply to many of you for me to kill you all." She finished her earlier sentace with a jarring twist of her arm and she dislocated my hand, popping it off of my limb, leaving nothing but the metal stub of my wrist. "There. Better?" She asked sarcastically.

I was silent, watching her. She looked at my hand that was limp in her own. "Now what do I do with this?" She looked at it and then tossed it into the back seat of the car behind us with a small sigh. "Okay, stubs. Back to business.-- I've decided.., that you are going to help me."

I couldn't help, but laugh. A dry chuckle wheezed through my throat. "That's not gonna happen." I remark, as a trickle of cyan leaked from my nose, my head burning in a wave of heat.

"Well that's what you think, brother dear." She kneeled leveling her head with mine. "But you've got no other choice. -Look at you! I'm killing you..slowly... Can you feel it?" She licked her lips, she seemed to like this.Her piercing eyes stared straight into me.

I lowered my gaze, I looked down at myself; it was hard to imagine that just a short time ago I still functioned, that my hard-drive didn't burn like fire in my skull, that my arms hand hands and my body wasn't stiff with pain and malfunction.

"Can you feel yourself drifting away, brother dear?" She lifted my chin with the barrel of her gun. "Does it hurt?"

I met her gaze with stiff defiance, and I tight lipped silence.

"Fair enough. She remarked, "Its not like y--"-I took my opportunity and swung my leg out kicking her chest with all my fading strength. She stumbled, losing her balance and falling backward, I jumped to my feet and bolted for the exit of the building, and 900 aimed her gun. I knew I had no chance if I didn't make it out before she fired.

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