âEnough talk!â He yelled, stepping closer to the grizzled detective, pressing the barrel to his head. âItâs time to decide.â
51 could complete the transfer at any moment. He had to apply more pressure to him if 60 was to succeed in neutralizing him and the threat he held over the mission.
âAre you going to spare the life of this human? Or are you going to sacrifice him?â
Pregnant silence followed. His predecessorâs LED flashed.
âAlright, alright! I give up!â 51 stepped away from the androids.
There. He was far enough away from the androids now. Now was the time to finish the job.
He pointed the barrel at Connor, but before he got the chance to pull the trigger, the weight of the human pushed him back. 60 grimaced.
60 fired a shot in the Lieutenantâs shoulder. The human fell back, but the was rushed by Connor right when he broke free.
They both were thrown on the ground. 60 pushed his elbow into 51âs chest as hard as he could. 51 was giving it his best, but he kept getting distracted, not landing any of his blows effectively. His eyes kept looking back to Hankâs figure, struggling to get up.
He cared too much. 60...that was another story. He was ruthless.
Another bullet landed in 51âs chest. It didnât hit any biocomponents, but he looked stunned enough to stay on the ground.
The fighting stopped. 60 stood up, eyebrows raised lazily.
He had so many questions. He didnât need answers. He didnât want answers...
âWhy Connor? Why did you have to wake up, when all you had to do was obey...â
-no, not felt. He didnât feel anything.
...But there was something so...pathetic about his replica. His concern for the revolution and for Hank was absolutely laughable. Such a capable machine...rendered incapable...just because of a will made defective by emotions.
He fired again at his leg. It was over. It had been over already. 60 just wanted 51 to take another bullet. He had everything 51 didnât. He had everything a machine had.
The side of his mouth moved subtly up. A smile? Who cared. It didnât mean anything. No one would see, no one would know. This moment was his.
A grunt escaped 51. Why? He wasnât in any pain, was he?
How about rubbing in the thing any Connor model would be distraught by?
âYouâve been a great disappointment to Amanda you know.â
âYouâve been a great disappointment to me.â
A surge of electricity hummed through his circuits. Was this...satisfaction?
âWell. Thatâs all going to end now.â
He raised the barrel up one last time.
51 gave him a wry, obvious grin.
âSorry Connor. But you failed.â
Why was he smiling? Failed? Was he joking?
51 saw that the comment distracted the machine. He lunged toward him. The machine attempted to grapple his predecessor, but the older model slipped out of grasp. 51 grabbed the gun that was gripped on the floor and fired at 60. Right above his thirium pump.
60 watched 51 run to Hank. He couldnât go after them. His systems were in shock.
51 used his tie as a tourniquet and picked the human up, mumbling something to the the older man.
âThis isnât over Connor!â He shouted the vain threat as loud as he could, rasping through his auditory system.
The deviant and his partner ascended in the elevator, leaving 60 alone in the warehouse, watching wrathfully.
Self soldering complete. Thirium retained.
What was he going to tell Amanda...?
The androidâs stomach lurched.
âNo... I canât have failed...â
The elevator was still in use. He couldnât go anywhere.
He was trapped. More and more androids were waking up. Soon they would be let out and...
Synthetic skin peeled back. A hand wrapped around Connorâs shoulder.
Connor drew his gun and shot the android.
The warehouse doors opened. all of the androids started to move out, in one cohesive unit.
The elevator also whirred down. Good. He could talk to his superiors now.
He held his shoulder, like he was nursing a wound.
