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A shiver ran through her. How absurd. She was usually the kind of girl who would boast about wearing shorts all year round and talk about her Viking blood. Now she was trembling inside from a common cold.
“It seems our hunter is down.”
The low, metallic voice of Maximilien interrupted her thoughts.
“Get lost, bot.” Freja replied. Her voice was hoarse, not bringing the bite she had gone for.
Maximilien let out a soft chuckle and Freja narrowed her eyes. She studied his metallic face, the glowing orbs… an emotionless mask. That was the problem with omnics. Freja had gotten pretty good at reading people’s expressions throughout the years. But omnics… they never showed you anything they didn’t want to.
“I bring tea” Maximilien gentle walked next to the couch where Freja was resting. In his hands he held a cup of golden liquid “chamomile and honey.”
“Why?” Freja studied the cup suspiciously.
“I read that Chamomile works as a remedy and honey is good for the human throat.” Maximilien replied.
Freja let out a snort and took the cup “why would you help me?” she pressed.
“I have an important job for you that you have not yet finished. It’s in everyone’s interest that you recover quickly.” The omnic grabbed a blanket.
Freja could still remember the day omnics had attacked Copenhagen. Armed, walking through the streets, shooting everything they saw. When the omnics claimed to have gotten sentience… the people who had lost friends, family… it was hard to believe it was truly over. Even harder to believe it wouldn’t happen again.
As Maximilien wrapped the blanket around her, she couldn’t help but wonder where he had been when it happened. What had he done? How had he felt when he supposedly ‘woke up’ from a bad dream?
“Humans are so frail” Maximilien commented “sickness sounds quite unpleasant.”
Freja frowned a little, taking a sip from her tea. The warm liquid loosened up her throat, taking away the pain. “Must be like a computer virus” she guessed.
Maximilien looked at her without a word for an uncomfortable long time before slowly answering
“No. Not like a computer virus.” He bend down, tapping her once on the forehead. Freja would have knocked his hand away if she was not holding tea.
“It is not a sickness of the mind. Only the body. Be happy for that.” He straightened his back and strolled over to the window, looking outside.
Freja didn’t know what to say… she took another sip of her tea. He said it like he had tried it. She realized she had too little information on the omnic. She’d have to do some research.
He glanced towards her “my apologies, Gefn”
He turned his gaze back outside and continued “you and I have something in common”
Freja raised an eyebrow “I doubt it.”
“You humans often do. It is hard for you to imagine that we could have anything in common at all… but we do, something important.” he sounded thoughtful.
“… fine, what is it?” Freja asked when it seemed he wouldn’t give her the information otherwise.
“You and I…” he hesitated. Sounded like he was searching for the right words. Freja knew it was nothing but a performance, Maximilien always knew what he wanted to say.
“You and I are both meant for so much more, than what the world has given us.”
Freja blinked her eyes. Not what she had expected him to say.
“A lowly bot and a forcefully retired search and rescue” Maximilien looked at her “but that is not our ambition. We have been underestimated.”
There had been whispers of Maximilien taking over Monaco… soon he would have a bounty on his head. But Freja knew no matter what bounty they set, Max could pay more.
“Can’t say you’re not resourceful” she gave him.
“And so are you. I have big plans with you Gefn”
He nodded at her once before making his way to the door.
