Genre(s): Science Fiction/Romance
Rating: T (as according to fictionpress)
Characters In Chapter: Samara Crichton, Nazilla, Kered
Relationship(s): Samara Crichton/Nazilla
Mark’s team had left a few days ago, but one person that wasn’t here originally still remained. A person I hoped recovered soon so he would leave quicker. I didn’t hate him like I hated Mark, I hated him because his hatred of me was profound. I knew those in Karma would hate me merely because I’m a Machine and Machines are the enemy, but he just over did it.
Of course I
couldn’t complain about him to his face since he was the Earth Elemental.
“Kered, do
you need anything else?” I asked him and it was merely because I was an M-4
that I didn’t let out a sarcastic sigh.
“I don’t
know why I approved you.” Kered replied as Samara walked back in with his
lunch.
“Because
she is a loyal soldier of Karma.” Samara replied. “And Karma needs all the good
soldiers it can get. The Net has unlimited resources compared to us and Naz is
one of its Machines that turned against them.”
“We
could’ve turned her into ours if we had to.”
“Then why
hasn’t there been a whole influx of converted Machines?” I asked him. “If Karma
can do it they would’ve already, no matter how disgusted everyone would be.”
Kered
looked at me and I could see that he was getting better by how angry he was
allowing himself to get. He continued to stare at me as Samara set up a table
for him to eat his lunch off of. I didn’t mind that he got angry at me as long
as he didn’t deactivate me. I wanted to continue to serve Karma as long as I
could, though I had a sneaking suspicion that they would deactivate me once I
had no further use to them.
Once Samara
was done I approached Kered so as to help him to the table.
“I can do
this on my own.” Kered replied angrily.
He started
to get up and nearly fell over so I helped him stand up straight. While my duty
was to help him, I knew when I would do more harm than good. I backed away a
few feet immediately after he wasn’t in danger of falling over anymore.
Even though
he seemed to take his time walking over, I could tell that he was walking
quicker. I would have helped with some of his physical therapy, but Kered would
only allow Samara to help him. I wanted to prove to him that I was helpful, but
I couldn’t unless he wanted the help.
I watched
as he ate and took note of every little movement he made while eating to help
judge how healthy he was. Samara looked at me with a questioning look and I
nodded back. I did so because he was getting better and was experiencing less
pain than before.
“Don’t
judge me, Machine.” Kered said.
“I am
judging that you are returning to your former health.” I replied.
“And how
does that make you feel?”
“It makes
me feel as if we might have a good chance against Netty now.”
“Still
calling it Netty?”
“Even if
you don’t believe it, some of my old human self still remains.”
Kered just
shook his head and finished his lunch. After that it was easy enough for me and
Samara to make sure that Kered was comfortable. Then it was time for us to
leave him alone.
As I walked
away from his room, the fears that Kered had ignited in me started to come into
my conscious mind. What if I was changing to a point where I wasn’t human? More
importantly, why didn’t that make me afraid?
As I
decided to wash the dishes by hand, I heard Samara’s breath close behind me.
“Are you
worried about me?” I asked her.
“Yes,” She
replied after a moment’s pause. “Why wouldn’t I be? You’re my girlfriend.”
“Am I? Or
am I just a Machine that has your girlfriend’s memories?”
“Naz, why
are yo-“
“You’ve
been spending a lot of time with Kered. He’s probably talked to you about me.
How all Machines are evil no matter what.”
“So? Do you
really think I’m just going to believe what he thinks over what I know?”
“And what
do you know?”
She didn’t
answer until after I was finished with the task at hand. She answered with a
long and deep kiss. I responded in kind merely because I knew it was an action
she would like, even though I didn’t feel it like I used to.
As we ended
the kiss I felt afraid. While I wasn’t worried much now by my M-4 self, that
desperate kiss by her made me feel afraid. I wanted to feel that when I had
returned it that I was feeling some sort of desperation. I wished that I wanted
her to know, by my kiss alone, that I felt like I used to. That that part of me
was there deep inside.
By Samara’s
glance at me now, I knew she could tell that something was different. We had
been lovers for too long for me to get away with what I had just felt. But as
she kissed me again, I knew we both were hiding what we feared: that I was
going to forget about being human and our relationship would be at an end.
I kissed
Samara hard and cupped her face in my hands. If I pretended for her sake, maybe
then I’d start feeling like I was fully human again.
But all I
felt were bits of information as I pleasured her. I spent time on her to try
and fool us both into not believing what we both knew. Maybe Samara believed I
wasn’t as Machine-like as Kered was saying, but she knew something was
different.
As we lay
tangled in each other after we had made love, I knew that she still loved me.
That she would keep giving me chances. So I promised myself not to disappoint
her.
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