Genre(s): Science Fiction/Romance
Rating: T (as according to fictionpress)
Characters In Chapter: Samara Crichton, Nazilla, Kered
Relationship(s): Samara Crichton/Nazilla, Nazilla/Glau
Talking to Glau wasn’t going anywhere fast. I should’ve been
able to make more headway with her than I had. I was an M-4, something that
Netty had made. And Netty wasn’t known for making products that couldn’t solve
complex problems.
I knew that being an M-4 didn’t make me all powerful, but it
should have made me able to fix an M-3. Of course some files on the M-3 model
like Glau didn’t seem to be as in depth as other things. I hadn’t realized
before that there was an actual human consciousness inside of her.
Had Netty not really trusted me? Did it know that M-4s could
rebel?
“Why are you was-why are you doing this to me? What have I
do-you can’t restrain me forever!” Glau yelled and cried as her two
personalities tried to take control.
It pained me in different ways to see how Glau was reacting.
It pained me to see a Machine unable to have a working consciousness and
therefore it would probably never be fixed. It also pained me to see Glau when
her human side came to the forefront, how she was so afraid and innocent of any
damage that she had done.
“I’m going to fix you, Glau.” I told her again. “I’m going
to fix you so you can help fight Netty.”
“I’m never goi-where am I?” Glau replied.
I ran a hand through her hair and for a moment I could swear
she stopped fighting. It was as if my touch had calmed both sides of her. And,
if I were to tell the truth, I had felt myself grow calmer when I touched her
hair.
As I tried to start analyzing that moment, she started
struggling again. I still examined that moment but was more concerned with the
possibility of her finally escaping. I held her down as both sides of her were
yelling out. I was glad that at least they were agreeing on something at the
moment.
“Stop it!” Glau yelled out.
After a few minutes she calmed down and just lay still on
the table. I examined the straps thoroughly and I concluded my examination of
the moment. All three of us had calmed down when I had touched her hair and the
straps were fastened tight enough.
I then ran scans to see if there was any chance someone had
heard Glau yelling out. The chances of her being heard by someone were slim to
none as tvs were left on in the house. Maybe Kered or Samara would hear her,
but that’d be it. And that would only be because they would be listening to
make sure that Glau didn’t escape.
“Glau, I can’t let you go until you’re confirmed to be
safe.” I explained to the M-3. “And you going through two different
personalities is not conductive to the relieving of your restraints.”
Half of Glau’s face looked angry and the other half looked
frightened. I didn’t know how much her human side knew, but I was pretty sure
that her Machine side understood very well. Why else would that side of her
face look so angry?
As I was looking at her face my sensors detected movement
coming towards me and I slowly turned around. It didn’t surprise me when Kered
appeared walking down into the basement. I was glad he was moving around and
would therefore be able to leave very soon.
Him being able to fight Netty was a bonus, I guess.
“So, you’re spending a lot of time with that…thing.” Kered
said angrily.
I turned to look at Glau and saw that the human side of her
was now in control. And that side was afraid.
“So the Machine can feel?” Kered said, a small grin coming
to his face.
“The M-3 has a human and Machine side.” I explained. “Right
now it is broken with both sides being fully distinct and not agreeing with the
other. The human side doesn’t know what’s going on and is afraid.”
“Still a Machine.” Kered said and Glau’s Machine side took
over and stared angrily at Kered. “You both are a perfect pair.”
I just stood there pretending to be fully focused on
watching over Glau and not what Kered was saying.
“You both like to play human and pretend there is a good
side of you. You’re a Machine and the only reason you’re alive now, Nazilla, is
that you’re useful and safe. Don’t think for a second that when that changes
that I’ll have remorse about killing you. You can’t live in both worlds and
that’s why you’re not right for Samara Crichton. I could give less than a damn
about sexuality preferences, I just care that you will harm her.” Kered said
and I could see a bit of actual humanity in his words. “You are a Machine and
you will end up ruining her, you can’t help that. You will destroy a good
fighter of Karma, but she can’t see that.”
With that Kered left and I wondered if he was right. Was I
going to lose my humanity? Was it better that I left Samara to find a real
human woman?
After I finished up my work with Glau, I went and prepared a
special meal for Samara and myself. I even put candles on the table that my
Machine self didn’t find a need for. There was perfectly good lights making the
candles unneeded.
I also prepared a special meal for her consisting of salmon
covered with jalapenos. It wasn’t something she had eaten before, but I had
panicked slightly. I knew she liked spicy food and fish seemed like a good
addition for the meal.
As I put the food on the table, I went through all the meals
I could’ve prepared but I couldn’t think up anything else. The only thing that
we had any big quantities of for a fancy meal was fish. Kered really enjoyed
fish and so we had a lot of it.
When Samara came in she laughed.
“Naz, you really outdid yourself.” Her grin was small but
there.
“Kered enjoys fish.” I replied. “Only thing I could find.”
I pulled out her chair and went to my side of the table that
didn’t have any food. I was an M-4, I didn’t need to eat and I shouldn’t unless
necessary. As the dinner went on we talked about things that didn’t matter.
Shows that we were watching and clothing she was thinking of buying.
I found myself not interested, but trying anyways. She
deserved my love and affection in all things.
As for when we got up to the bedroom, I did things I usually
didn’t do to her. I made her moan and scream. I pretended to be intensely
pleasured while taking in all the data. I made sure to make this night extra
special.
As we lay curled up in bed post-coitus, I listened as she
slept.
Was I doing the right thing? Shouldn’t I let her be with a
human woman?
Running my hand through her hair I knew that I loved her. I
knew that I would keep her happy as she kept me happy as we did the give and
take of a relationship.
But I couldn’t help feeling that Glau’s hair had felt
different and better.
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