"Fuck you."
By, Lucky Green
Chapter 2
Nines POV
The tip of Detective Reed’s ears go red. A light pink settles along his cheek, running over the scar on his nose. For some reason, his breathing sped up and he kept squirming underneath me, shouting something I couldn’t quite hear. I was too focused on his body language and what it meant. It looked off on him, since he was the more rude and cruel type. Based on the way he flailed his arms, I could tell this was an embarrassment, a human emotion. But why was he embarrassed? I lean forward, closer to his mouth so I can hear him better. He pauses in his screaming, watching me carefully before doing it all over again. This time, louder and crazier.
“Get the hell off me! What the phck are you doing, phcking move!” he screams at the top of his lungs.
I jolt up, puzzled by his reaction. He sits up, grabbing and clenching the shirt in front of his heart. Scowling, he looks up at me and I can’t tell if his face was red in rage or embarrassment.
“What the phck were you doing shithead?!”
“Waking you up,” I say matter-of-factly. “I had to get closer so you could hear me.”
“You-, You phcking-, You got-, You can’t-,” he stutters, looking down and trying to steady his breathing. “Phcking android…” he then mutters, looking up toward the ceiling.
“I don’t understand. What’s the problem here?”
He opens his mouth only to close it, glaring. “Phck you. Phck. You.”
He gets up and walks out, the tip of his ears still pink. I follow and we part ways, him to the bathroom and me to the kitchen. I decided to make him something to eat, to make up for angering him earlier. Taking out a pan, I start frying some bacon and cooking eggs at the same time. My new program leads the way, timing it perfectly. Detective Reed walks into the kitchen just as I plate the food, sitting it on the table and standing up straight hands behind my back.
“What are you doing?”
“I made breakfast. Turkey bacon with sunny side up eggs. Each sunny side up egg has 97 calories. Out of which carbohydrates comprise 0 calories, proteins account for 27 calories and-”
“Ok, ok, whatever,” Detective Gavin says, coming over to the table.
He inspects the eggs, taking a fork and turning them over. After he’s positive nothing is in it, he starts inspecting the bacon.
“What are you looking for, Detective?”
“What you put in it,” he mutters, still inspecting the food.
“Pepper, salt, eggs whites-”
“You know what the phck I mean.”
I do but I really didn’t put anything in it besides the normal.
“You eat it first,” he says, picking up a piece of egg with his fork and lifting it toward my face.
He reminded me of a child, by his stupidity and the look he was giving me. The corner of my mouth starts to go up and I stop myself. Androids aren’t supposed to smile. Androids aren’t supposed to feel emotions.
‘It must be a bug. Yes, a bug.’
“Eat it,” He insists, tapping the egg on my lip.
“I can’t eat Detective.”
His expression changes and I know he feels stupid for a minute. Shaking his head he says, “I don’t trust you as far as I can throw you. Phck this shit.”
He walks over to the trash can, plate in hand. He tilts the plate over the trash can, letting it fall. I watch, unable to feel any emotions about it. What happened before was just a bug. It meant nothing. I was still just a machine, nothing more. Detective Reed makes a coffee and with a, “Come on or I’ll leave you,” we head to the police station. Detective Reed sits in his seat and I sit across from him, starting on some paperwork.
A few minutes into typing I look up and make eye contact with Detective Reed. He looks away and I raise an eyebrow in question.
“Something wrong Detective?”
“I hate your face,” he says bluntly.
Unsure of what to say, I go back into paperwork. An hour or two later, Captain Fowler walks up to our desk.
“Nines, Gavin, an officer informed me on a lead. I want you two to look into it.” Without warning, he slaps Gavin’s feet off the table with the vanilla folder he’s holding. “Keep your feet off my desk,” he says sternly while handing the folder to me after.
He turns and walks back toward his office and I open the folder. “The lead is for a suspect. A male named Zlatko Andronikov. He used to take in deviants and reset them in order to turn them into his slaves. We believe he might have programmed one of the androids to go onto a murdering rampage in the lobby; according to a sudden witness found on the tower's roof She claims to have seen him around the android before the shooting happened.”
“So what? We have to go to his house?” Detective Reed asks, playing with his shirt collar.
“Correct. I have his address.”
“Then let’s go.”
