Defective CODE 001

MAINTENANCE COMPLETED. REBOOTING SYSTEM.

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I opened my eyes as the metal restraints were lifted. I sat up to look at the Doc. Doc is a young human woman. She has long black hair which was usually tied back. Her attire consisted of a dark red top over a pair of worn out denim pants. She usually is seen wearing a white lab coat. She looked up from her computer when I started to climb out of the machine.

"Hey, you shouldn't move around too much," she says. She sounds concern.
"I'm just an android Doc. Why worry about me? There's plenty of other androids out there," I tell her. She sighs.
"I just don't want what little of our forces left to die out. And I don't want any of the androids I've created to go Defective." There were traces of another reason in her voice. But I just ignored that.
"I better get back to work." I begin to walk to the exit when she grabs my shoulder.
"You should stop acting like you don't care," she says. "Being Defective is very serious."
"Look Doc, I hear what you're saying but… I'm not acting. I really don't care," I reply. I moved her hand off my shoulder before leaving the lab.

—

I took aim and let loose four shots from my handgun. Two shots hit the critical spot on the target. Two shots hit normal areas. My aim was off.

"You can use some tuning up Defe." I turn to one of my squad mates.
"I just got out of maintenance. I don't want experience death for a few minutes before returning to the living," I replied. Defe was what my name was. Well, nickname anyways. My real name was 'MX-702' but Defe sounds better. The Doc gave me this nickname.
"Just saying. But two shots hitting the critical area," he says, "you're one heck of a killing machine. Where would we be in this war without you?"

Probably dead. But we're practically dead now. I sigh, placed the handgun back into the storage locker, before turning to leave.

"Hey, we're you going?"
"To patrol the city."
"But we're off duty!"

I didn't care.

—

I sat on a bench near the fountain and begin to think. The problem was, there was nothing to think about. So I just watched the young human children play. They were playing king of the hill in this small sandbox. One of the kids got to the top and just shoved the others down the small, sand hill. This was how society was for us. One person stands on top of this large hill. That person gets enough power and just keeps all the others down. By using machines like androids.

Like me…

My radio made a buzzing sound. I lifted it to my head. "702 here."
"Who?"
" Defe." It was the Doc.
"Oh, sorry about that. Anyways, are you alright? You're getting some odd readings…"
"I'm not going Defective Doc. I'll be fine."
"…You have a mission. Get back here ASAP."

She hung up. I chuckle to myself. I wonder, what kind of relationship do we have?