[tab] Kai’s finger lifted from the trigger ever so slightly. She certainly wasn’t expecting the Android’s candor, much less for him to outright admit that he didn’t identify with the others of his kind, or at the very least, not with those ‘rogue’ androids anyhow. So he was still… in tact? Fully-functioning? Her suspicious gaze mellowed out into something that was akin to curiosity at his expression, especially considering that those were the corpses of the other Androids that he seemed to be eyeing with disapproval - did he have no empathy for his own kind? Or maybe the question should have been whether these Androids were capable of empathizing at all, but that was another can of worms entirely.
[tab] If she had hostile intentions before, she was only left with a sense of intrigue now.
“And I’m supposed to take your word for it? But what the hell, what reason would [i you] have to lie-?” The latter was directed mostly towards herself. Wryly, a little voice at the back of her head piped up - [i ‘…To play the victim, to get a bit of sympathy, a bit of trust, and then exploit it.’] But if he really wanted her gone she wouldn’t be the one leveling a weapon at him, would she? No, she already got past that part, unless this Android was a lot more conniving that she thought. As it is she honestly understood very little of them and the all the technicalities in the way thy functioned, even moreso now, because how did an Android ever process that line of thinking if it was meant to be obedient in the first - Wait no, not [i think], that’s definitely not the right word, because that would just imply-
[tab] “Ugh.” She gives, up, drops her hand to her side, the gun now pointed harmlessly at the ground instead. The other hand drags down her face in exasperation at her own, noisy thoughts. In one moment she sees a machine and in the next, a person. [i Pick one, Kai].
[tab] Then she gives the Android a weary look, as if he was the source of her entangling thoughts - at present, he technically was. He? It? Whatever. “What do they call you? Do you have a… a name, or-?"
He knew he was made the moment she shouted at him. He did as she asked and froze in place, his eyes not moving from her own. His body stayed completely still, not moving an inch and showing in that moment just how inhuman he was. As she moved closer, he found himself examining her, diagnosing an injury that she not dare expose or admit was bugging her. He left it alone, not wanting her on that he knew about it. She had a gun pointed at him and he would do everything in his power to deescalate the problem at hand and have her lower the gun, if at all possible. He had many possibilities here. She could shoot him, executing him instantly, or she could spare him and run off in the other direction. Too many outcomes and by the look on her face and the tone of her voice, they all seemed to lean towards her killing him off. He would try to wiggle himself free from this situation as best he could.
As she gestured towards the other violent Androids, he finally found himself moving again. He turned his attention towards the pile of robot and human masses on the floor and gave a slight shake of his head. "No.." he muttered, before bringing his attention back to the girl. "I'm not like them." he replied. Michael kept his body as still as possible, not wanting to move an inch just in case her trigger finger was a little fidgety. "I am an Android, however." he admitted. He knew she knew already but he figured honesty may get him somewhere with this human. "But I'm not like them." he sneered, looking back towards the pile.
Michael never believed in the massacre. He hated the fact the Androids went rouge. A lot of the other Androids who were on Michael's side got torn apart for not being violent and killing humans like the others. He watched innocent people get killed before his eyes for simply being human. He hated that his own humans were terrified of him in the beginning, planning to deactivate him and get rid of them before he had the chance to kill them too. The amount of times he nearly ran into humans going on an Android killing spree was far to many to count and all he could do was play dead or hide. He had been made this day though and knew hiding or playing dead would not do. The girl had the choice to kill him now or spare him.
"I'm not violent." he continued. He found his eyes wandered between hers and the gun. He knew if she shot, she could hit vital mechanisms inside him and cause him to shut down. He had to play this smart or just let it happen. He had no way to prove he wasn't like them. She would have to take his word for it if she would spare him. His eyes fixated solely on the gun now.
[tab] The landscape before her was plain carnage - amongst the debris of steel and concrete were the remnants of what was once human flesh, torn into ribbons of tender red and pink. This was neither the first nor last time she'll stumble across the direct consequences of another violent encounter, and though it doesn't necessarily get any easier with each one of these... occurrences, she supposed, they steeled her enough that she doesn't break down into a mess of vomit and tears at the harrowing sight of it all. Not that she didn't have her moments every now and again, anxiety-induced puking included, but she can't fall into that kind of mental state anymore. Or yet. Whatever, point being, if there's a window of opportunity for even the slightest display of vulnerability in a cruel and relentless world...
[tab] Dont. Even think about it.
[tab] Somewhere in her peripheral vision a humanoid outline makes itself known and she stiffens, because as she stares at the figure she's fairly certain they're staring right back at her. Kai ducks back behind the concrete and slips her gun out of its holster. Great, there goes the element of surprise... it immediately puts her in a position of disadvantage, as if her injury didn't [i already] make her vulnerable enough. First thing's first - human or Android? She hesitates when her thumb moves to flick the safety lever of the pistol, but only for a moment. She never had to level her weapon at a live target before, and the ever-present anxiety of an unintentional, pre-emptive shot is a constant buzzing in the corners of her mind. The possibility of death by her own hand makes her acutely aware of the weapon in her grip, so much so that it almost seems to double in weight.
[tab] Nonetheless she silences her uncertainties and is quick to get on her feet to take aim. "[i Don't move!]" she barks, and the short, sharp command somehow resonates in the empty space between them. It makes her more aware of her tone, and though she's satisfied she seems to exudes enough ferocity, the sudden movement disturbed her injury and it started throbbing painfully in protest. She mustn't waver, mustn't hesitate - nothing, none of that right now, lest her bluff is exposed. Right, bluffing, that's all this was, just enough to rat out anyone or anything hostile enough to attempt anything on her.
[tab] Kai closes the distance between her and the stranger with slow and carefully deliberate steps, so as not to make the injured leg any more obvious by limping her way over. Up close, the masculine figure before her looked human enough but the small nicks and scratches she could now see revealed not a single drop of blood or an inch of tender flesh underneath that synthetic skin. She narrows her eyes. "Android." She states flatly, with only a hint of disdain in her voice. How hard would it be for a bullet to pierce through the protective layer of his exoskeleton? Frankly, she'd be screwed if her puny handgun couldn't even put a dent in this thing but the alternative was to sit and pray he goes away eventually, which was highly unlikely considering he spotted her first--
[tab] Kai's somewhat frantic line of thoughts cuts abruptly. She cycles back slowly: the android saw her first, yet did nothing to dispatch her. He had the upper hand but didn't exploit the opportunity - why didn't he? Her narrowed gaze turns suspicious when she gives him another once-over. "You... What, aren't you one of-" she cocks her gun to the side in a vague gesture, referring to the other, more hostile of the Androids, "-[i Them?]"
Moving towards a more populated area of the attack, he looked down towards the parts of both human and robot. So different in so many ways and yet they were made to imitate human life. The silicone flesh lining their exoskeletons, the wheels and cogs that helped them move much like muscles and joints and the false hearts and lungs that were placed carefully and elegantly inside their chest. Nothing much but sounds and airflow. He wondered why he had been made to resemble them. Why couldn't they have their own faces and actions. He never quite understood the concept of making almost human-like androids in the first place. Why did he have a static heart that mimicked the soft sound of human hearts? Why did he have air compressor like 'lungs'? Androids had no reason to breathe and yet, they were designed to do so. Their chests rose up and down like humans but instead it was timed, never speeding up or slowing down, just staying the same. He wondered if it had been because when a human would lay their head on an android chest, they'd feel the comfort of almost human interactions. He figured it was for the elderly. Androids frequented nursing homes in order to the staff out and to offer some comfort to older people as they neared their time of demise. Androids were built differently for each occupation they required, yet they often came out the same. Most hard working Androids didn't have false hearts or lungs. They simply had a harder skeletal structure to do jobs that some humans couldn't.
He wasn't sure why the Androids turned on the humans. It seemed one day they all just turned on their handlers. It was almost like something clicked inside their hardware... a virus maybe? Why didn't it affect all robots and just some? Why were there still good robots out in the world hiding for their lives. Luckily, unless robots showed aggression towards each other, they all had codes in which to tell apart human and Android. It took one look to recognize if the being was one or another. He had been able to walk through this world without being harmed unless he walked through a fight or was near an explosion like the one that had just happened. Did the robots somehow gain a conscience? He wasn't sure how but even he knew right from wrong. He knew this whole war was wrong and he also knew using robots for essentially 'slave labor' was wrong too. Maybe that's why the Androids turned. He wasn't sure about the others, but maybe it was a virus gone sour that left robots with some sort of sentience towards themselves. The whole situation intrigued and frightened him.
The male began his move once again. He had been walking for days and days.. or so he figured. He seemed to have lost track of time either way. He wasn't sure where he was going, but he knew he would run into something eventually. He stopped quickly as he heard stirring. Scanning his surrounding area as thoroughly as he possibly could, he stopped at his last round, finding a small head of hair peeking from its hiding spot. He knew he would be in trouble if she found him to be an Android, yet he wasn't too terribly sure how she would react or if she'd even recognize him as one. If he was lucky, she would think him a human, but that he doubted would happen. He ducked himself slightly, but unfortunately was in plain sight of everything around him and he felt it was too late to run off and hide. Hopefully she wouldn't come out shooting randomly and he could talk to her and make her understand he would have no part in the war.
[tab] Kai was neither optimistic nor completely against the idea of humanizing Androids, to the point where her ‘neutral stance’ could be mistaken for a passiveness in the face of such groundbreaking changes. It wasn’t that she had never given it thought, not when such developments affected so profoundly the way human societies functioned, but she remembered how... off, it felt, interacting with something that only seemed human on the surface. The disarming feeling of communicating with another person contended with the knowledge that what she was facing was anything but, at least, not beneath the artificial exterior, but appearances were deceiving enough to draw sympathy from the masses. Safe to say she wasn't particularly on-board with the idea of accepting Androids into human society as if they were [i actually] human, if only on the basis that she believed it was false sympathy that their appearances and behavior evoked.
[tab] She did, of course, recognize their usefulness in physical labour, elderly care and etcetera, etcetera - and the more people-oriented jobs would need a friendly human face, because steel skeletal structures were understandably too off-putting. What she couldn't comprehend was how anyone could compare a metallic imitation to a flesh-and-blood person, to the point where emotional attachments to these Androids were not uncommon. It was [i almost] akin to a child's attachment to their toy doll, just another plaything, but not quite - they were still treated like a family member, or a significant other, or a friend - an individual. Yet, at the same time, they were still regarded as if they were something expendable. It was as if they were only temporary substitutions to whatever or whoever it was that left the gaping hole in their hearts.
[tab] Maybe the Androids were aware of this fact, maybe that's what instigated this war in the first place . [i How] they were aware in the first place, Kai couldn't even begin to comprehend. Malfunctioning? Some sort of virus? Heck, she's no tech expert, far from it - and it's futile trying to answer the [i why]'s and the [i how]'s and all the profound questions when survival has become the first priority of your day-to-day life for the past few years. And anyway, she's already spent too much time despairing over what could have been as opposed to what's happening right in front of her, and right now, she needs to get the hell out of this particular area.
[tab] It's been an hour or so since that detonation and she's [i still] trying to gather her bearings. Even better, she has that gash down her leg and no medical supplies to treat it with, other than a piece of her own shirt wrapped around the wound to stop the bleeding. Kai is crouched behind an upturned slab of concrete and listens intently for any signs of life - artificial or otherwise. A hand hovers over her shoulder holster impatiently, and a finger twitches towards the pistol at every small disturbance. She had never come into direct contact with an Android thus far and would rather keep it that way. She'd already run the motions in her head, tried to reason with herself that pointing her gun towards an Android wasn't the same as pointing her gun at a human, no matter how much pain that faux face tried to emote - it's an imitation, that's all it was, yet even in her own head she couldn't see herself doing it. Talking to a human-faced robot was a lot more different than trying to [i shoot] a human-faced robot. How ironic that she fell for the notion of false sympathy herself.
[tab] She finally rests her hand on her gun, if only out of impatience, and peeks cautiously from her hiding spot.
He loved his life... Or felt as close to love as he could. He resided with an older couple who needed a lot of help in their lives. He did everything for them and was more than happy to do so. He was bought as a present for their anniversary and was made to resemble the husbands friend who passed in the war at a young age. He was very ecstatic about the gift and Michael was a great addition to their little family. He stayed with them until they died. They thankfully didn't die at the hands of the war between Humans and Androids but of old age and they died only weeks apart so they weren't without each other for long. He stayed by their sides until they were buried and at peace.
It had been years since the war between Androids and Humans started. It was almost an extermination in the beginning for the Humans. It seemed like the Humans would become extinct but they happened to strive for longer and come back even stronger. They seemed to find refuge somewhere and adapt like the Androids adapted to finding their own way. Now not all Androids wanted the humans dead. In fact a large amount of Androids never wanted the war in the first place. They kept quiet and stayed in the sidelines but they also didn't want to 'die' so they acted as the aggressive Androids did.
The humans often retaliated in order to gain back their world. They used any mean possible to wipe out any amount of Androids they could and it was the day they would react again. A huge explosion happened out of no where, sending the male flying forward and into a building. Thankfully, Androids were equip with pain sensors that they could manually turn off. The building crumpled on top of him, leaving him lying under the rubble. He listened to the surrounding noises, not emerging until all threats were gone.
About an hour passed before he pushed the rubble off himself and sat up slowly. He turned on his sensors to figure out which bits were injured and luckily nothing was seriously damaged. Standing up, he dusted himself off, tugging at the black shirt under the jacket he sported. Taking a quick glance around, he didn't see or hear anything around him so he kept moving. Pushing himself through the building and stepping to the massacre that just ensued. He saw bits of human and robot lining the streets. Michael moved slowly, keeping himself alert in case another attack was imminent. He wanted to find a human sanctuary and hide out in it. He didn't want the attack to happen he actually liked his life with the humans. He just wasn't sure they would feel the same towards him as he did them.
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