Spectrum

6.2: Green

"No! GreEN, stop!" The robot was malfunctioning dangerously, its syringe function shooting into things left and right, sprung open hands whirling and hitting everything in its path. Sprockets shot everywhere, and the table in the corner was on fire, the flames licking up the wall and lighting precious blueprints aflame - when Micah found their ashes on the floor the next morning, he wept for the loss of amazing technology; technology that could have been used to fix the monster. "GreEN please! Don't, stop!" 

'I am fixing the broken.' the voice, once soft, now seemed to hold an evil tone to it. 'This is what you made me for.' Terror filled the teen's eyes, as a dagger-like feeling struck him straight in the heart. He did not make the bot for destruction - he made it so that his parents wouldn't ever feel alone again.  

He felt something slice his shoulder, and upon looking over discovered that there was now a large gash in the side of his arm, bleeding the thick red liquid that flowed through his entire body - a life force that could so easily be taken away. This made hurt fill his eyes, that his own creation could be capable of taking such a force. 

"No… No!" fear filled his olive eyes, his pupils widening in fright. The male knew he had to do something to stop the monster he had created, the monster that he now had to stop. He knew the coding back and forth; he knew the bot from the inside out, and as the speed of its gears increased, so did his mental preparation. 

He was going to have to destroy GreEN. 

The male knew that there was no way to shut the robot down remotely - it was completely independent, only relying on its programming that was entered in a chip on its back underneath its shell. There was no way he could get to it without killing himself in the process. 

Grabbing a drill and a rather large crowbar off the cluttered table, he and the bot circled around each other like fighters in a ring, not willing to let the other the advantage of them. GreEN had somehow busted one of his arm circuits, baring the sharp edges of his skeleton and giving him a strict advantage.  His mind worked on overtime, trying to figure out where in the coding, where in the engineering, did something go wrong so that the robot would tick like this. However, in this brief moment that he took to consider this, the machine lunged at him, slicing into his side before being warded off with the long iron bar in Micah's hand. Throwing the drill on the ground after realizing it was worthless, the leafy-haired boy leapt towards the apparatus. A rather large dent was dealt in the metal, a sharp scratch that stood out in a sharp contrast against the rest of the material. 

The robot froze for a moment, its head slowly moving down to look at the damage dealt by its creator. Lines of code flew through its computer system, trying to identify what had just happened. Numbers, letters, information that gave it access to everything that its creator had put inside it ran over and over, until it deduced what had happened; it had been attacked. It knew through coding that what it did when it was attack was retaliate - protecting something that in reality wasn't even there. 

An arm swung out towards the boy, taking him in the gut and flinging him against the wall, where he felt the air leave his lungs in a quick burst of burning air. His entire body burned with a fire that could only be described as pain, hurt, and anger, something that mixed together to create a type of flaming angst that fueled him to disable the bot forever. Blood stained his clothing, dripping down the sides in a numbing type of cold liquid that woke him up. Standing on shaky legs, the teen grabbed the crowbar from down where it had fallen and looked up at the bot which was now standing right in front of him, legs spread in a defensive stance. 

The humorous thing about Micah's mind was that sometimes it worked like a machine, a functioning, almost living thing that could solve almost any problem for him. As he 'scanned' his surroundings, he saw only one way to get ahead of the monster he had made. 

Gripping the tool in his hands, the male dove and slid underneath the bot's legs, twisting his body so that he was on his back, allowing him to gain a look at the shell that he would need to remove to fix the problem he had caused. Leaping to his feet so that he had a level stance, he took a swing at the bot's back, alerting it that it had been attacked again. However, the swing had knocked it down, allowing the boy to climb on top of it and begin to work on it. 

It was then that the back of the bot blew out, and Micah's vision went dark. 

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