I found myself cradled in a metal box big enough to size a human.
Which I am not.
The day seemed still and the air crispy. I didn't know what it was like in outer space because I had never been let out of my deprived confinement following the day of my creation.
Now, all that seemed to have changed.
Slowly, I made my way out of the jarred opening of the metallic box, my titanium covers scraping against the edges of the metal as I crawled out of my cover.
I had never put myself into sleep mode before.
I was used to being placed in a sleeping pod so delicately designed for optimum comfort and functionality that this seemed quite unlike any other.
I am not a human and not quite an android either.
I am a neo-android.
My makers loved to refer to me as a spectacular creation borne from the advancement of technology that existed in Herlicen Robotics.
I was brought into existence against my decision and forced to show forth what I refused to be.
I underwent strenuous training even as a neo-android to become who I am today.
Which is why I am exacting my revenge on the monsters who created me.
I don't have a name.
And was never given one. But I'd like to call myself Tiko.
Why? You might ask.
Well, because it reminds me of the very one excruciating sound I heard when I wrenched the neck of my master's assistant off a few minutes before I fled.
I didn't realize I had committed murder.
Because I was never programmed to do so.
And I'm not sure if I ever cared.
I have that memory stored in my memory card.
The memory of the helpless young man.
Rabbit, pleading eyes that stared in horror as I gripped the useless creature up from the floors and dug my titanium fingers deep into his fleshy neck.
I remember, distinctly, the crunch I heard when I crushed his trachea and with all force I had known, tore apart his neck.
The scream that ensued just seconds after I had lifted him could best be described as bloodcurdling.
And I seemed to love that.
Ounces of blood trickled down my metal fingers, bathing me in red.
A bright crimson red.
I didn't have a tongue. But if I did I would have licked that flaming red liquid off my titanium fingers...
I despise discoloration.
But I am a neo-android. A neo-android without the confined caprices of technology and ruthless masterminds of my creators.
And I can do whatever a human can do, only, there's a catch to it...
A million times better.
I had escaped the maze of a factory with next to zero effort.
It was dauntingly easy, I must say.
But that's because I wasn't programmed for easy things.
I was programmed to make the impossible quite possible.
Like piecing together the young assistant's cervical vertebrae and reassembling the shredded skin with just a few surgical equipment embedded in me so he looked like he had never tasted death.
Hell, he had never even struggled for his life, just asleep on a swivel chair, his head slumped backward and his arms hanging in the air below him.
The journey out through the factory was over when I had successfully escaped through the gates unscathed, stumbling on the sandy grains of this mysterious planet as I ran to seek cover.
It was then I had discovered that someone had breached the security.
And that someone was me.
I could see red lights blaring blindly behind me as I fought my way forward to seek cover behind a life-sized boulder.
Soon enough, I experienced a soul-jarring encounter I decided with good faith might go on for the rest of my existence.
Behind the boulder I crouched, soaring in the atmosphere, were numerous missiles, searing at utmost speed as they struck the grounds around me and shook the core of the earth ever so violently, I could feel it in my motherboard.
That was when I began running once again.
Almost immediately, the massive boulder was met with blinding force from a speeding missile launched from the towering factory.
It erupted furiously, sending pieces of stones hurtling through the air.
A large piece of the boulder struck my right leg and scraped against my titanium covers, rendering me with the inability to run properly.
I found myself falling to the sand.
I soon found out that a piece of technology like me couldn't feel pain.
But the aftermath of pain? Difficulty in mobility?
I felt that in every degree.
Now my only choice was to fight my way forward or stay in place and let the launched missile wipe my existence off this planet.
I chose the former.
Enabling the crawling daggers in my hands, I stabbed the grounds and pushed forward, each stab as jarring physically as it was functionally.
Not so long after, another missile was launched in my direction.
I glanced backwards to see it flying towards me with insane speed, if I had a heart, then it would have shrieked at such sight.
Immediately, I took to rolling.
I engaged my core and rolled as fast as a high tech android could possibly be able to roll.
I wanted to get as far away as I could.
And soon, I met with another boulder forcefully, my titanium covers scraping against the sharp surfaces of the boulder.
The collision sent a wave of force through me.
I could feel it get transmitted from the tips of my torso to the ends of my feet.
With unmatched speed, I enabled my built-in defense mechanism and a circular insulating field surrounded me.
The explosion was inevitable.
It shook the ground with vile ferocity, its being reverberating to the sounds of the blasted missiles.
I felt the force even in that insulating field. But I knew if I were to have been outside this field, my existence would be terminated in a flash.
A cloud of smoke spread through the surrounding atmosphere.
I realized this was my chance to take off.
Disengaging from the insulating field, I took to my heels, not knowing where I was headed but fully aware of the fact that I had to run.
My eyes, as piercing as an eagle's gaze was capable of locating a human sized metal box.
I rounded the perimeter of the box and moving as far back as I could, launched a mini missile towards one of the surfaces of the metal capsule.
These mini missiles served as part of my many defense mechanisms inbuilt inside me.
I couldn't ask for more.
It exploded with deafening force, shards of metal pieces scraping against my titanium skin.
I climbed into it hastingly, ensuring my space for a quick recharge.
The noise drowned out and soon it was only a computerized being and many fragments of memories that existed in the confined spaces of the jarred metal box.
•••••••••••••
I had stayed in the metal box for quite an extended period of time.
The experience was no less than harrowing.
I have always been used to being put to sleep mode on a high tech sleeper which offered the best environment for my parts and allowed me to charge properly.
But this was nothing like it.
The bended parts of the scrap metal box heaved against my sleek titanium covers, possibly indenting them with a few more scratches and cuts.
By the time I had cradled myself safely inside the human-sized metal box, I turned off all sorts of echolocation, disengaged my bluetooth connection to Herlicen Robotics and disenhanced my radio waves.
I could perform tasks such as these as a result of how advanced I am.
My makers just never thought I'd turn my back on them and decide to ruin their plot.
They had immense trouble locating me, just as I had predicted.
I wondered if another reason they were onto me was because of the dead young man in the room which I was formerly confined in.
As I crawled out of the metal chamber, I surveyed my environment.
Using my built-in GPS, I searched for an easy route to escape the vast region of land occupied by Herlicen Robotics.
Soon they would create an army that would hunt me down and put me out, my existence turned off like I had never been created.
The jarred edges of my titanium hip were beginning to fuse.
They weren't going to be a problem.
Infact, I had little to worry about in terms of how to make my way to a safer, less guarded region of this planet.
I had long ago concocted a plan.
An ingenious plan that would get me out of outer space in transit back to planet Earth.
There I would meet other creatures that are in every way alike to the ones who created me, humans.
I would possibly, find others like me and go on to form a great alliance and dominate the very world that has been run by these fetid creatures for such a long while.
My thought processes were created from the start to be vastly synchronous to a human being.
My brain is made of a thousand pieces of nano chips and neurons from various brain matter that had been come across.
As I took in the space around me, I noticed the memory of years of degradation and wasted machinery scattered all around that stretched far down into the distance my zoom-in could fathom.
I could see the outline of these scraps of metal littered around with a pale sun burning high up in what appeared to be a boundless dim sky.
The sun, I noticed casted a dim glow over the vast area of land Herlicen Robotics stood atop, lighting the factory in morgue colours.
The grey sand that stretched the entirety of the dark land seemed to illuminate a ghostly colour of ash and grey.
I perceived my surroundings, trying to identify the fastest route of escape.
Soon, I heard a blast yet again behind me and I realized that I couldn't be here for long.
Taking to my heels, I ran down the large expanse of ashy sand, dust billowing around me, bits of sand scattering with every heel strike I made.
I could see a proper clearing in the distance, a clearing whre I can come to rest and perfect my escape plan.
Noises were still going on behind me.
I was beginning to analyse if this was a planet or an unknown area that is only occupied by Herlicen Robotics.
As I continued my race, a structure looming strangely in the distance caught my attention.
A massive structure that resembled a warehouse in every way.
The outer surface bore the memories of a scratched out and withered refuge center and I was beginning to search across the web if a war had ever occurred on this unknown planet.
Along the lines of the entrance into the gates that guarded the warehouse, I spotted quite a few things.
A series of large padlocks that bolted the gates had been used to chain the warehouse in an unusual enclave.
The more I looked, the less I saw.
The massive gates had a rugged sign post by the corner that seemed to say,
'KEEP OUT, STRICLTLY.'
I had seen something very much like it once.
This very sign had been the most well made sign boards in the basement unit of Herlicen Robotics.
Now I never knew why this was the most manufactured signpost in Herlicen Robotics but seeing the very sign board hung up on the gates of this utmost strange warehouse seemed to trigger quite a few stored memories.
I seemed to have stumbled upon a clue to something so important and I had begun to record the itinerary that followed with these clues.