Glitches

Chapter 35 - 83 hours

Alan didn't let me weep on the floor for long. He had quickly pulled me up from the floor, muttering something about how difficult everything could be when you feel emotions, followed by a mental note about making the next generation of androids more emotionless.

I didn't think more about his words though. I was too caught up with the pain in my heaving chest, as we slowly walked down the corridor. My feet felt heavy when I walked. I didn't look at where we were going, not caring about anything. Soon I would be out of here and I could forget about everything. However, as I glanced up at Alan, Eve's words filled my head, and I suddenly felt unsure about the situation.

I squeezed my eyes shut, making a few more tears to roll down my cheeks. Sometimes, I really hated life. This was no exception.

Alan made a sharp turn, leading me into a big room. Everything was a blur for me. He called a name and a woman walked over to us and gently took my arm to expect me. I didn't look at her. I didn't care about who she was or what she looked like. So, I kept my head down, looking at the floor while I tried to get control of the tears that still clung to my eyelids.

"If you would look up at me please?" she asked in a gentle voice.

Rubbing my eyes with the fabric of my shirt I slowly raised my head to look at the woman. I recognised her quickly as Vickie. She had a bandage around her head were I assumed Sam must have hit her when she knocked me out. I wasn't surprised to see her. She fidgeted slightly as she looked at me.

Maybe she was afraid of me? Afraid that I would scream at her at any moment?

I wanted to do it. To scream at her. To remind her of how much she had betrayed me. Of how much I wanted to just kill her right here, right now.

But I was too tired. The time with Eve really had drained my psyche, and the previous days' experiences was really getting to me now.

I laughed mentally of how stupid it was of them to make androids that doesn't eat, but still needed sleep. Well, I guess there was a reason for that too, I just didn't know it.

"Hi, Vickie," I said in a cold tone, looking at my caretaker with an emotionless expression.

A flash of hurt was visible in her eyes, sending a feeling of victory through my body.

"Hello Stephanie," she greeted in a sad voice, before turning to Alan.

"Should we attach her immediately?"

"Yes, please. Run an antivirus program on her. We don't know what kind of things the rats she have been with could have downloaded. While you do that, I need to check on something. This place doesn't work on itself am I right?"

"You're so right sir," Vickie nodded, but as she said it, something flashed in her blue eyes for a brief moment, before she quickly covered it up with a smile.

I could have sworn that it was an emotion of anger, maybe despite. But I just brushed it off. It didn't matter what this woman was feeling towards her boss, I still hated her.

Alan laughed lightly at his attempt of a joke, before he walked through a door and into another room, waving and greeting people on the way, like he was the president of the world.

I turned to Vickie, my face cold and emotionless. She gently grabbed my arm and lead me to a weird machine in the corner of the room. It was 6 feet tall, and bended over. Metal arms stuck out of the sides, making it look like a mutated iron spider. Thick wires were connected to a computer, and from its top hung some weird multi coloured wired with a sharp weird-looking tool on the end that made me think of a bended screwdriver.