You wander across the empty axiom. It has been 4 years since the landing and now it's basically just a place to wander. You remember your childhood living on the axiom. With the heartless robots teaching you, feeding you, and caring for you. You look across the playground. You remember a memory. The eerie silence of the disciplined children playing in sync. You were playing on the monkey bars. One child laughs and he taps you. We began playing tag. Laughing and running. Without any resistance. Others began to join. We gained awareness those few minutes. We weren't robots. We were humans. Yet, the robot still clamped your arm with its cold hand. It threw you against the corner for timeout. The boy who began the game became captain later in life. As you stared longingly at the playground a figure stood behind you. You spun around and you saw a masculine outline.
