Genre(s): Science Fiction/Romance
Rating: T (as according to fictionpress)
Characters In Chapter: Samara Crichton, Nazilla, Mark, Stewart, Martha, Rebecca, Glau
Relationship(s): Samara Crichton/Nazilla
I remembered meeting Glau for the first time. During that time I had thought she was just Samara’s ex. That Glau was an average woman. But I had been proven to be wrong. She was an M-3 and therefore the enemy.
As I
quickly closed the distance between us I felt a moment of regret. Not because I
had feelings for her, at least that wasn’t the main part, but for the reason of
my Machine self wanting to interact with her. That that side of me thought Glau
could have been a strong ally if I had wanted it to be that way.
But even if
I had wanted her as an ally, we were on two opposing sides.
I aimed my
gun at her and didn’t hesitate to pull the trigger when I found an opening. It
was a small opening on Glau’s right wrist but it was something. However,
seconds before the bullet would’ve hit her she moved slightly. When the bullet
had passed her wrist it went back to where it had been previously.
If there
had been humanity in her she would have smiled. Glau wasn’t human and so her
face was as blank as mine. I was too concentrated on the battle to bother with
focusing on the expression on my face.
While I was
readjusting my aim she fired at one of my eyes and I barely moved out of the
way in time. It was followed by four more bullets aimed at different parts of
my body. As I danced out of the way of each, I returned fire which Glau managed
to dodge.
During the
continued exchange of fire, I realized why Glau was here. She had been a member
of Playful Ballet. I say that in the past tense as the four leaders of it were
now dead. The front was now no longer in existence.
I finally
got close enough to Glau that I was able to hit her with a fist. She went back
a few inches and then I leaned back to barely avoid one of Glau’s fists. When
the move was over I stood up straight and was then hit in the side of my neck.
I put up
one arm to block the next move and then pushed her into the nearest car.
“You think
with Playful Ballet out of the way that Karma is any closer to stopping The
Net?” Glau asked. “The Net has resources Karma doesn’t. Its resources will help
us win this fight and you will fail.”
“I am loyal
to Karma.” I replied, aiming a kick at her side. “Until the day I am not able
to function any longer.”
I swore
that Glau’s face seemed to have an expression of regret for a second. Then it
was gone and I replayed that memory. Yes, that expression of regret was there.
Did Glau like me and want me at her side? Or was she merely trying to
manipulate my human side?
Whatever
the case was I continued to attack her. She continued to resist me.
What were
the chances of Karma actually winning the fight against Netty? What were my
chances of coming out on top? Hell, even if Netty was defeated there was still
the chance I’d be deactivated shortly afterwards. So wouldn’t siding with Netty
be the logical thing to do?
My fight
with Glau gave me a brief moment to look at Samara and I realized that I
couldn’t side with Netty because of her. I loved her and I couldn’t stop loving
her. Becoming a Machine and working for Netty hadn’t stopped me wanting to be
with her.
Finally I
saw my chance and pushed Glau to the ground. I made sure that she couldn’t move
and then was about to kill her when I saw a change. She looked up at me scared
with a human expression on her face. She knew I had a human side but there was
no reason to do this. Though I didn’t rule out a trick being played on me.
“Nazilla,
what are you doing?” Glau asked in a voice that had human amounts of fear in
it. “Why are you mad at me?”
“Stop it.”
I told the M-3. “You know what you did.”
But part of
me was wondering if Glau’s expressions were real. Maybe she didn’t realize what
she was at the moment. However, that didn’t mean she was suddenly docile. What
if her violent side came out and killed me? What if she didn’t know what she was
at the moment but her violent side was waiting for the perfect moment to
strike?
“I didn’t
do anything. Last thing I remember I was taking a shower this morning. Or maybe
it was a few months ago.” Glau said as she started to cry. “This happens a lot
and I’m sorry.”
I tried not
to fall for the trick. It had to be a trick to make me lose concentration and
then Glau would attack me. The M-3 knew that as an M-4 there was still a human
part to me. It was a faded side, but it was still there. It would always be
there.
“Please,
don’t kill me. I’m sorry for whatever I did. Please.” Glau continued.
I found
myself believing her. Maybe M-3s did have two personalities and that could be a
problem at times. This deserved a closer look.
However, I
couldn’t let her be conscious for the moment.
As Glau
thought she was human it was beyond easy taking out her chip and putting it
away in a pocket. It made me somewhat disturbed to see all the humanity drained
out of her when her chip was removed. I shouldn’t care about that so why did I?
While
returning fire from other Machines, as they saw their fellow Machine was dead
and had decided to start attacking again, I looked for a car. I found one that
I thought would escape detection and put Glau into the trunk of it.
I started
the car and yelled out, “Samara!”
We should
go now. This wasn’t a battle we had to win. We had killed who we meant to and
now it was time to leave.
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