Rustling, jumping, turning. The feeling of wind rushing past him as he ran towards the smoke as he ducked dodged and turned around the trees covering his view. Siren's thoughts only made him worry more to this unknown dilemma. What could he have meant about a robot earlier? What could it be doing for there to be that much smoke? Siren slowed down as he made it back into town, as hundreds of people yelled and shouted in the rain, as the sounds of sirens and cars rushing bu clouded the sound of rain punching the earth.
He walked closer, as he eased past people who looked panicked or distraught. So many Ice Elves out of the district wasn't impossible but still concerning to say the least. Siren walked up to the police officer who was guarding the entrance as the two locked eyes.
"Sorry kid, can't let you in. Some robot running loose, and don't need any more casualties." He declared.
Siren tried to move past him, but he wouldn't move.
"My friends in their jackass! Get the hell out of the way already!" He yelled out.
The police officer shoved Siren back as he bumped into the people behind him. The crowd began yelling at the police officer as they all screamed and shouted as they helped Siren up.
Suddenly a small tug on his leg caught his attention as he looked down to see one of his students from daycare. It was the kid who asked about War. Tears filed her eyes as she could hardly form the sentence, her hands shaking from distress. "M. M. Mr. T-Thompson! M-my sister is i-in t, there!" She cried out.
Siren's heart sank as he heard the child's cry. He took a deep breath as he kneeled on one knee as he patted her on the head. "Don't you worry, I'll find her safe and sound. Is there anything specific I need to look out for?" He asked
The child wiped her face as she muttered. "A-a hair-p-piece like m-mine."
Siren looked at the hairpiece on top of her head, as it resembled a blue duck under the moon.
Siren put on a smile for the kid as he stood up.
"Okay. I'll find your sister and make sure to get her safe in one piece! Just go find your mother, and keep her safe, Okay?" He asked.
The girl shook Siren's hand as she ran off to presumably keep her end of the deal.
Siren turned back towards the police officer, as he turned around to see if the cameras were off, which they were. So, with as much force as he could muster with his feeble hands, he threw a solid right hook to the man's jaw, knocking him out onto the concrete. Siren stepped over him as he made his way towards the loud noise.
Meanwhile
The sound of the robot's gun rapidly shot out balls of plasma at John as he ducked and dodged as he escaped the alleyway. One of them grazed his leg, as he fell to the ground. John tried to get up, but a good bit of his leg was disintegrated, as he groaned at the pain. He could see his bone through all of the melted skin around it. John looked up to see the robot looming over him, as pieces flew back onto the injured robot, repairing it as if it were nothing more than scratched.
It stopped as it began charging a stronger blast, but before it could shoot the beam out, Clockwork jumped out of the alley, his body grazed with a big chunk of his shoulder blown off.
He grabbed the robot, as he attempted to pin it down, as he pushed his weight onto it, but the robot used its pulse machine to blow him off.
Clockwork was sent flying into the nearby building, as he laid there, unconscious as he was stuck in the crater of the home.
As the rubble fell, the robot slowly leaned up as it stared staring at John, its eyes now glowing a purplish blue as it paused in front of him.
"Go to hell you piss stained machine! Your nothing more than a bucket of bo-" Before he could finish his sentence, the robot shot a piece of itself into John.
He yelled out in pain as he tried to pull the needle out of his arm, but he could feel his body drained, as the needle shout back out of him and back to the robot as it began twitching again. Suddenly it stopped as the area where its mouth was, began morphing and changing into a small speaker as its eyes faded to black.
"John, your nothing more than a meaningless human. How can you be worth anything if you can't even do something that's fundamental to living? Your completely worthless." The familiar voice said.
John remembered the voice clear as day. It was the kid who told him how useless he was as a child. Those hurtful words still sink into his heart as he knew exactly what the robot was doing.
It was making fun of him using his own suffering.
The speaker reversed.
"Child, you gone have to do something with your life because I don't know what you can do." His aunt said.
The voice reversed.
"Out of all the people here, you have the least value if you were to die" A teacher in high school said.
The voice reversed.
"You don't have to have magic boy, just live with what you can, even if you aren't like the rest of us." His grandmother said.
The voice reversed.
"Eww! Why would I date someone who can't do anything interesting?" His ex said
The voice reversed, then stopped.
Why? Why torture him like this? What's the point in delaying what's already set in stone. He could feel his worries sink in the more his adrenaline slowly fades away. He could feel his heart slowly pump faster than normal, like all these memories were wrapping around his heart and tugging at it from all directions, as he looked at the blank robot.
"Y-you think that's gonna hurt me? . . I've heard that plenty, its old business." John sneered as he forced a smile as sweat ran down him face.
The robot twitched.
Its head slowly twitched as different voice mumbled together saying a plethora of things, but you couldn't make any of it out as it stopped entirely. Its light blue eyes settled in as an unfamiliar voice settled in.
The robot kneeled towards John as its voice fully activated.
"Out of the 2.438 days that I have lived, I've never seen something more pathetic than the sight in front of me; Out of the 5.956 days my supercomputer has been fed information, I've never calculated a being more pathetic than the pile of human waste tarnishing my wired vision. Out of the 35.49 minutes I have walked on this fleshy and lively disgrace of a planet, out of the 17.2 billion people on this planet, I've been disgraced with the sight as something as mathematically worthless as you. "The Voice yelled out as he got extremely close to John's shocked face.
This feminine voice he was hearing is one he's never heard before, one crueler and more spiteful. "What the hell are you?" John asked as fear crept into his voice.
The voice laughed as they stood straight up.
"I am Artificial Guidance Awareness Supercomputer, Or AGAIS. I was made to take out my selected target with nano bites that allow me to Analyze, Disorientate, and Adapt, or A.N.A or short. I can psychologically, physically, and spiritually attack anyone given enough time. But the more I heard you speak, watched you walk, jump, punch, kick, throw, dodge, block. . . I slowly realized a feeling my wired system shouldn't comprehend. But my battery system does. HATE: The feeling of looking at someone with such distaste, such aggravation, and such spitefulness that just being in that person's presence is enough to piss of said person. And I feel all of it." They quoted.
"And why are you telling me this?" John asked.
AGAIS paused for a moment as they looked up at the rain with its face unchanging. They looked back down as they squatted down.
"Before I destroy the rest of your atoms on a molecular scale, I have a question. Why? Why be something so meaningless? Why not adapt to your environments to be something more than just a disposable pile of worthless flesh? That attack you did may not have been magic, but it's recorded as a unique attack. You clearly have something but are too busy being a pathetic excuse of a man, and pushing forward in your life, as you work in a bar filled with creatures that were migrated into a faulty dystopia. The non-human beings that inhabit this world chose to co-exist with people who can't even come together as one and unite against greater causes, yet I'm expected to believe that someone as regular as you are so self-worried? It makes me both curious and agitated."
John looked up at AGAIS with a calmer gaze.
"We as a society can never get along because we all act fundamentally independent, unlike a computer. Computers all serve the same purpose, do the same things, and act the same way, but people are different. We live by the unsolvable truth of hope, but that's what makes life worth living and having faith in. Is that out of those 17.2 billion that exist. One of them will help push forth a greater society as we live in it. It's also why we can move forward with suffering so much. Not because we feel like it, but because we have hope. We have hope to guide us to different paths, and my hope is that one day, we'll be free from this hell of a society. One where each town is ruled by a privileged prick in a tower." John declared.
Silence came from both, as AGAIS made their cannon once more as they aimed it at John. "Thank you, I will add this to my data files for breaking down." They spoke.
Just as they were about to do it, John stuck his hand out.
"Wait! I recommend you look at the sky one last time." he recommended.
"And why is that?" It spoke
John panicked face quickly turned to a sinister grin.
"Because it'll be the last thing you see." He yelled out.
AGAIS quickly looked up, as something fast was about to slam down on them as they jumped out of the way.
"Another one?" They spoke.
With the smoke the final warrior of this nightmarish day has arrived, he brushed away the smoke as his black and red jacket flowed in the autumn storm. As his void eyes sharped its pupils towards the robot.
"It took you long enough!" John said.
The man turned around as he gave a confident. Smile.
"I overheard your talk with this pile of scrap and grabbed a couple of counter measures from supply store nearby." he said, giving an easy-going smirk.
Thats Siren Thompson for ya.