Gritting her teeth and overcoming the pain, Delia Asia Vieira began to make her way through the dark, damp corridors of the church, listening tensely to every sound. The dim candlelight flickered on the walls, casting strange shadows, and the silence was broken only by her footsteps. She knew that Lisa Roselli was somewhere here, and she was determined to end this nightmare once and for all.
But suddenly, turning a corner, she found herself in a spacious room, filled with old shelves of books. It was a library, hidden in the bowels of the church. In its center stood Alexander York, still dressed in his theatrical costume of a Roman legionary. His spear gleamed in the candlelight, and his eyes looked at the robotess with a warmth that was so out of place in this eerie place.
"Delia," he said, stepping forward. His voice was soft and somehow vulnerable. "I'm so glad you found your way here."
She tensed, sensing what was coming next.
"Why are you here, Alexander? I thought you supported Lisa and her crazy plans," she said, clenching her fists. Her gaze was cold and wary.
Alexander lowered his spear, as if trying to show that he was not going to attack. His face softened, and he took another step toward the robotess.
"Delia..." he hesitated for a moment, trying to find the words. "I didn't come here for Lisa. I'm here for you. I..." he trailed off, looking into her eyes with despair. "I have to ask. Will you marry me?"
His words came out of nowhere, like a bolt from the blue. Delia Asia Vieira froze in place, stunned by his request. She saw the genuine hope in his eyes, and it confused her.
"Alexander..." she swallowed, trying to find the right words. "You know that I..." She hesitated, not knowing how to explain the truth to him.
But he continued, not letting her get a word in:
"I love you, Delia! You're different, you're... special. With you, I feel alive, I feel like I can leave all this behind, start a new life."
He took another step forward, his eyes glittering in the dim light. But Delia Asia Vieira stepped back, raising a hand to stop him.
"You... don't know what you're saying, Alexander," her voice shook, but she tried to sound confident. "You don't love me, you love what you think of me. You don't even know who I really am.
Alexander frowned, his face contorted in pain.
"What do you mean? I know you better than anyone else. I've seen you struggle, I've seen you suffer. You're a real person, you're so alive..."
"No, Alexander, you are mistaken," the robotess clenched her teeth, her eyes filled with sadness. "I..." she sighed, realizing that she could no longer hide the truth. "I am not a person. I am a robot. I am just an artificial shell created by Robert. I have no soul, no real emotions."
Alexander froze, his spear almost falling out of his hands.
"What?.. No, you can't... You're kidding, right? This is some kind of trick!" His voice trembled, and despair flashed in his eyes. "You can feel it! I saw it!"
"Yes, I can imitate emotions, but that doesn't make me alive," the robotess continued, trying to remain calm, although her words hurt her no less than him. "I can't love you the way you want me to."
Alexander put his hands on his head as if trying to push away what he had heard. He looked broken.
"So all this time..." he muttered, lowering his head. "I was blind."
He looked up at the robotess, and his gaze flashed with anger mixed with pain.
"You should have told me sooner," he hissed. "You were just playing with my emotions!"
"I never tried to deceive you, Alexander," the robotess answered firmly. "But I can't be who you want me to be."
"Get out!" he suddenly shouted, his face contorted with rage. "Go away and don't come back! I don't want to see you again!"
With a heavy heart, Delia Asia Vieira turned and headed for the exit, leaving Alexander alone in the dark library, consumed by his grief and disappointment. Her footsteps echoed through the empty hallways of the church. She knew that an even more dangerous encounter with Lisa was ahead, but right now her mind was consumed with thoughts of how words could hurt more than any weapon.
"No one should love someone they don't fully understand," she thought as she left the library and walked deeper into the dark corridors that led to her final battle.
Delia Asia Vieira walked slowly down the dark hallway of the church. Her heart was heavy after her encounter with Alexander York. But she had to move on. She had to find Lisa Roselli and end this. Gathering her courage, she finally opened the massive doors and entered the central hall of the chapel.
Lisa Roselli stood at the altar at the end of the room, her figure bathed in the light that filtered through the stained glass windows. Her eyes sparkled like those of someone who had achieved their goal. Seeing robotess, Lisa smiled slightly.
"Ah," she said softly. "I knew you'd come."
Delia Asia Vieira came closer, her eyes sparkling with determination.
"I came to end this, Lisa," she said firmly. "Did you think you could destroy me, break my will? But you were wrong.
Lisa smiled wider and folded her arms across her chest, as if enjoying every word robotess said.
"Destroy you?" she asked, a hint of mockery in her voice. "No, I just wanted to awaken in you what you try so hard to hide. I wanted you to feel hatred... to bring you closer to Hell.
Delia Asia Vieira froze for a moment, her gaze turned cold, but she quickly regained her composure. She took a deep breath and came closer to Lisa.
"You wanted me to hate. You wanted me to lose myself in the darkness," Delia Asia Vieira said, her voice calm but with a steely certainty. "But you missed the point. Those who believe in hatred, those who build the world on hatred... will never be able to create a perfect world.
Lisa, hearing this, raised her eyebrows slightly. Her smile became more gloomy.
"A perfect world?" she asked, grinning. "Do you really think a 'perfect world' is possible? Even in a world full of joy and happiness, there will always be room for cruelty and pain. Empathy... it's impossible to understand if you've never known suffering.
Delia Asia Vieira clenched her fists, her eyes flashing.
"You are wrong, Lisa," she said firmly. "Empathy is born not from pain, but from understanding. From the desire to help and protect those who suffer. Yes, the world may be cruel, but that is no reason to multiply suffering. Those who seek power through hatred and pain will ultimately find themselves a prisoner of their own dark emotions.
Lisa looked at her with a mixture of curiosity and irritation.
"Perhaps," she said slowly, shaking her head. "But you know that without pain and suffering, people will not value joy. Don't you understand? My goal is not to destroy the world, but to make it stronger through suffering."
Delia Asia Vieira came very close to Lisa, looking her straight in the eyes.
"Pain may teach us many things," she agreed. "But the real world is not built on suffering, but on the desire to make life better. Robert, my creator, believed in this, and so do I.
Something like doubt flashed across Lisa's face, but she quickly hid it behind a cold mask.
"Robert was a naive fool," she hissed. "His ideals would not stand the test of reality."
Delia Asia Vieira gritted her teeth but remained calm.
"He may have been naive," she replied. "But his naivety made him strong. And that's why I'll never forgive you for what you did to him."
Lisa frowned, her eyes flashing with anger.
"If you want to fight so much, then let's see what wins - your pathetic sympathy or my strength based on hatred!"
Silence filled the hall, but suddenly it was broken by the sound of rapidly approaching footsteps. The doors swung open and Alexander York ran in. His face was distorted with despair, and tears were almost spewing from his eyes. He was still dressed in the same ridiculous costume of a Roman legionary, but now he looked completely devastated.
"Lisa!" he cried, barely catching his breath. "Lisa, I found her! She has... she has a Jennings camera!"
Lisa, standing at the altar, slowly turned her head in his direction. A cold, contemptuous smile played on her lips.
"So what, Alexander?" she asked mockingly, as if it were a trivial matter. "Do you seriously think these photographs mean anything?"
Alexander stopped a couple of steps away from her, his gaze darting between Lisa and robotess.
"But... Jennings said that these pictures are the key to understanding, to revealing her true nature!" He pointed at the robotess, who was silently watching their squabble with a gloomy expression on her face.
Lisa rolled her eyes tiredly.
"Jennings was a madman, Alexander," she said coldly. "These 'valuable pictures' of his were just useless trinkets, nothing more. Did you really think that a camera could change the fate of this world?"
Delia Asia Vieira stepped forward, clutching the same Jennings camera she had found in the hospital.
"Lisa," she said, her voice quiet but confident. "You can lie to yourself all you want, but these pictures contain the truth. The truth about what you did to Asia Vieira and to me.
Lisa just snorted in response, and then turned her gaze to Alexander.
"You've always been a pathetic fool, Alexander," she hissed. "And do you know why? Because you allowed yourself to become attached. Attached to her." She pointed at the robotess. "And now you're going to pay for your weakness."
Before Alexander could process her words, Lisa darted forward like a snake. In one swift movement, she snatched the spear from his hands and with cold determination pierced his chest.
"L-L-Lisa..." Alexander whispered, feeling the life drain from his body. He looked at her in shock, his face twisted into a painful grimace.
"I'm sorry, dear," Lisa replied with a bitter smile. "But you turned out to be too weak for our new world."
Alexander fell to his knees, clutching the spear shaft protruding from his chest. His eyes, filled with pain and despair, met the robotess's.
"D-D-Delia..." he croaked. "Please... stop her..."
His voice died away and he fell lifelessly onto the cold stone slabs. Lisa stood over his body, her face as emotionless as a statue.
"And now," she said to the robotess, her eyes glittering with triumph, "are you ready to join me, or would you rather die like him?"
Delia Asia Vieira, clutching her camera, looked at Alexander's body, then looked at Lisa. She felt anger flaring up inside her, but also understanding.
"I will never join you, Lisa," she said calmly, her voice cold as steel. "And I will end this... once and for all."
Lisa's face contorted with rage, but before she could say anything, Delia Asia Vieira, clutching an old Jennings camera, shouted:
"You are a nobody, Lisa! You killed him... you destroyed everything I had!"
Lisa just smirked, her face remaining calm, like that of a soulless predator.
"Oh, you really think that your hatred will make you stronger?" Lisa tilted her head, watching with obvious pleasure as anger flared up inside the robotess. "You're as predictable as everyone else."
For a moment, Delia Asia Vieira almost gave in to her emotions, clenching her fists until her knuckles turned white. Anger bubbled in her chest, ready to burst out. But then she took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down. She couldn't let Lisa defeat her so easily.
"No," she said coldly, her gaze turning icy. "You won't get what you want, Lisa."
Deciding to act, Delia Asia Vieira raised her camera sharply and pressed the shutter. The flash lit up the room, and for a moment everything froze, like a photograph. Lisa's face contorted in pain, and she suddenly doubled over, coughing and choking. Dark blood gushed out in a scarlet stream onto the floor.
"W-w-what did you do?!" Lisa arched in pain, her eyes filled with horror. "You... vile creature!"
"It's true, Lisa," the robotess looked at her with icy calm hidden behind a mask of pain. "True strength is not in hatred, but in the ability to move on."
But Lisa didn't give in. She straightened up with an effort, her face distorted with rage.
"You are no better than me!" she cried, spitting out blood. "You too are just a tool!"
Gathering all her strength, Lisa tried to rush towards the exit to hide in the labyrinth of the church. But Delia Asia Vieira, acting faster, rushed forward and pushed her aside with force. Lisa stumbled and fell to the floor, sliding on bloody stains.
Without wasting any time, Delia Asia Vieira raised her camera again and, squinting, took a second picture. The flash lit up the space, and the world around her suddenly began to swim. The floor beneath her feet began to collapse, as if a bottomless pit had opened up beneath them.
"What have you done?!" Lisa screamed in despair as her feet began to slide toward the edge of the hole that had formed.
"You thought you could rule the world through fear and hatred?" the robotess said coldly, but her voice trembled with tension. "Now you'll see what that leads to."
The floor finally collapsed and Delia Asia Vieira felt her body falling into the abyss. She desperately tried to grab onto something, but only the camera remained in her hands. The darkness swallowed her and she fell deeper and deeper.
But at the very edge of the hole, Lisa wasn't going to give up either. Gritting her teeth, she jumped after Delia, sinking into the blackness like a demonic shadow stalking its prey.
There was no light in their fall, only the cold echo of emptiness and Lisa's dark laughter echoing somewhere behind her. Delia Asia Vieira came to her senses, realizing that she was lying on a cold stone floor. She felt a sharp pain in every part of her artificial body. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the dim light coming from the flickering candles on the walls of the gloomy hall.
She raised herself up on her elbows and looked around. In the center of the room, like a discarded doll, Lisa Roselli lay lifeless. Her body was twisted in an awkward position, her eyes were glassy, and dark blood was slowly trickling from the corner of her mouth.
"Lisa..." robotess whispered, but her voice was lost in the void. "You paid your price..."
She stood up on shaky legs and took a step forward, but froze when her attention was drawn to an ominous sound coming from the back of the room. Something slowly emerged from the darkness that made her heart, if she had one, freeze in terror.
A monstrous creature appeared before her. Its thin, skeletal body was covered in hideous, scaly plates that shimmered in the dim light. But what really struck Delia Asia Vieira to the core was its face. A face that resembled the face of ten-year-old Delia York, the same girl who had recently tried to destroy her. The delicate, childish features against that ugly body looked truly demonic.
"D-D-Delia York?" robotess squeezed out, taking a step back.
"Don't you understand yet?" A soft but sinister voice rang out. The creature tilted its head, studying her with its eyes, like a hunter studying its prey. "I am not just a girl. I am the Antichrist incarnate.
Delia Asia Vieira swallowed, feeling fear slowly creeping into her. She had never felt such emotions before, but what stood before her defied logic and understanding.
"Lisa brought me here," the creature continued, grinning with its childish lips. "She dedicated her life so that I could gain strength on this earth. And you, my dear, were only the finishing touch to that plan.
"You... you used her?" robotess clenched her fists, trying to suppress her growing anger. "And now what? Do you want to turn this world into hell?"
"Hell?" The Antichrist laughed, and the sound sent a chill down robotess's spine. "No, I will give this world an "ideal" order. Without pain, without doubt, without freedom. Everyone will know their place."
"You call this heaven?" robotess finally managed to meet his gaze, full of icy determination. "This is not heaven. This is stagnation, where souls rot in oblivion.
The Antichrist was silent for a moment, studying her.
"Your logic amazes me," the creature whispered, taking a step forward. "But you, like your creator, do not understand that a world without pain is impossible. It is pain that drives people forward."
Delia Asia Vieira gritted her teeth. Her creator, Robert, had believed in light and hope, that even machines could find a meaning in their existence. But before her stood a creature that had twisted all his ideas.
"I won't let you win," she said coldly, her hands tightening around the Jennings camera she'd found. "I'll stop you if I have to destroy myself."
The Antichrist only smiled an ironic, childish smile.
"Then try it if you can," he said, spreading his skeletal arms. "Let's see who wins: the creation of mankind or its destroyer."
Delia Asia Vieira raised her camera without thinking and took a picture. The flash lit up the room, and the Antichrist flinched, his face contorted into a scream, as if the flash had not simply captured the image, but had torn out part of his essence.
"You will not stop me!" the creature roared as blood, black as night, began to flow from its scaly body.
But Delia Asia Vieira already knew what to do. Again and again she pressed the shutter, each time capturing a moment in the frame. Each shot caused a new attack of pain in the monster, tearing it apart.
"You... can't...!" The Antichrist tried to rush at her, but his movements became slow and chaotic.
"This is your end," Delia Asia Vieira said quietly, pressing the button one last time. A flash, like a clap of thunder, illuminated the darkness.
The creature fell to its knees, its body beginning to crumble like old cloth being torn to shreds. The child's face contorted in a final scream, and then all was silent.
The room fell silent. Delia Asia Vieira stood there, breathing heavily, her hands shaking with tension. She looked at the camera in her hands, the instrument that had unexpectedly become her salvation.
And now that it was all over, she knew the fight for this world was not over. A new, even more brutal battle lay ahead. But now she knew one thing: true strength was not in hatred, but in the ability to accept pain and move on.
With these thoughts, she turned and walked out of the room, leaving behind the ruins of a world that could have been hell for everyone she loved. Soon she was walking down a deserted road, the ruins of the city where she had fought the monstrous incarnation of the Antichrist behind her. The sky above her was gradually brightening, scattered rays of sunlight breaking through the clouds, as if welcoming her victory. But inside, she felt neither joy nor relief. Only weariness and bitterness that her mission was complete, but the world was still a dark and cruel place.
Several weeks had passed since she had left that gloomy place. Delia Asia Vieira was no longer looking for another challenge, but for a simple existence, far from intrigues and deadly battles. She came across an advert for a job at the firm "Mailer", whose slogan sounded funny and promised a peaceful life: "Mailer carries everything and everywhere". Perfect, she thought.
Delia Asia Vieira stood in front of the old Mailer office on the outskirts of a small town. The surrounding area was filled with abandoned warehouses and rusty trucks, one of which looked so old she wondered if it would even start. Looking up at the sign, which was cracked with age, she took a deep breath and walked resolutely inside. Behind the counter sat a gray-haired man with a rough, wrinkled face. His name tag read: Mailer's Boss.
"I came about work," Delia Asia Vieira began.
Mailer narrowed his eyes, looking at her appraisingly.
"You don't look like a typical trucker," he said with a grin, twirling a pen in his hands. "You look more like... uh..." He hesitated, then waved his hand. "Well, screw it. If you can drive a truck and handle tough runs, I don't care who you are."
Delia Asia Vieira nodded. She didn't want to tell her story, much less mention that she wasn't human, but a robot created by the genius inventor Robert. The past didn't bother her anymore - now she was only looking for peace.
"We don't have time for long interviews," Mailer said, rising from his seat and gesturing for her to follow him. "We have a shipment to deliver to the nearest metropolis. Can you handle it?"
"No problem," Delia Asia Vieira answered confidently.
An hour later, she was behind the wheel of an old truck. Mailer gave her a quick briefing and patted the door to wish her luck.
"If you deliver the cargo on time, you can consider the job yours," he said, looking at her with a sly smile.
Delia Asia Vieira started the engine and, to her surprise, it hummed obediently. She drove onto the deserted highway, feeling her thoughts gradually clearing out all worries and memories. The monotonous noise of the engine and the steady movement of the truck became a kind of meditation for her. She immersed herself in the road, watching the deserted landscapes changing before her eyes.
On the third day of her journey, Delia Asia Vieira stopped at a gas station to refuel and take a break. As she entered, she encountered fellow truck drivers – burly men with tattoos, playfully pushing each other. They immediately noticed her and began whispering.
"Hey, new girl!" one of them called out to her as she approached the counter. "How's it going working for old Mailer?"
"So far so good," she replied, trying not to attract unnecessary attention.
"Well, if you need help or..." The man grinned and ran his hand through his hair. "Just to talk, we're always here."
Delia Asia Vieira didn't want to waste time talking. She hurried back to her truck and continued on her way. But when she started the engine, something made her wary. It sounded wrong, like something was stuck in the mechanism.
She climbed out of the cabin and reached under the hood. To her surprise, there was a strange metal box attached to it with a flashing indicator.
"What the hell is this..." Delia Asia Vieira reached for the device, but was interrupted by a sharp shout.
"Don't touch that!" someone shouted from behind her. She turned around and saw one of the truckers running toward her, waving his arms. "It's a bomb!"
"What?" She jumped back, her eyes narrowed. "Who did this?"
"It's a long story," the man replied, breathing heavily. "Mailer has enemies. Apparently, someone decided to sabotage him."
Delia Asia Vieira frowned, quickly analyzing the situation. She didn't have time to think. As she approached, she concentrated, and the hidden algorithms Robert had programmed for such extreme situations were activated in her memory.
"Get away!" she ordered, gritting her teeth and starting to fiddle with the wires.
The man watched, holding his breath. Several tense minutes passed, and then the device finally froze, the indicator light went out.
"You... What are you, an engineer?" he asked with a stunned expression on his face.
"You could say that," Delia Asia Vieira chuckled, dusting off her hands. "Tell your boss that the cargo will be delivered on time."
She started the engine again and headed down the highway, feeling her heart (if she had one) fill with a strange sense of satisfaction. Her vision blurred for a moment, and time seemed to slow. Images appeared before her, strange visions that made her feel a little sick inside. Scenes from the past. Robert. Laughter. And an image of herself, one she couldn't remember. A sense that something important was slipping away, losing its shape, but she couldn't figure out what it was.
The speed began to drop, and an unknown melancholy overwhelmed her, carrying her mind somewhere deep into the dark corridors of memories. She blinked sharply, trying to return to reality, but the visions continued, and now everything was intertwined: voices, sounds, images. Everything was familiar, but at the same time alien.
She jerked the steering wheel to the side to get rid of these obsessive thoughts, but something inside her told her that this was not just a coincidence. Visions. She could not understand why they appeared now, but she knew one thing - they could not just disappear.
"Damn, I'm late!" she snapped, muttering under her breath, while simultaneously realizing that her delay could lead to problems with the customer. Delia Asia Vieira suddenly increased her speed, deciding to take a shortcut through the city to make up for lost time.
The truck sped along the deserted highway, and a few minutes later, when she turned toward the city, she felt even more uneasy. The wind that had whistled in the windows earlier now seemed thicker. The darkness was approaching faster than she expected. And then, on the side of the road, just before the city, a strange figure appeared.
Wrapped in a long raincoat, she jumped out right in front of the truck's wheels. Delia Asia Vieira immediately jammed on the brakes, the sudden braking causing the wheels to squeal on the asphalt. The truck almost crashed into the ground, but she managed to stop.
"What... was that?" she whispered under her breath, looking nervously at the vanished figure.
At that moment, the figure disappeared as quickly as it had appeared, vanishing into thin air as if it had never been there. Something inside the robotess skipped a beat. She felt something was wrong.
With a distant expression on her face, she climbed out of the cabin, her steps were clear and determined. Once at the hood, she removed the cover and looked into the engine. The engine suddenly began to act up, and this was too suspicious.
"Why now?" she said quietly, bending her knees and carefully examining the engine.
Working with mechanical systems was her forte, but something was clearly wrong. As she delved into disassembling the engine, her mind filled with strange images again. That cloak... a familiar feeling. But what was it? How did she know this stranger?
Delia Asia Vieira pulled out a small tool and carefully twisted the wiring. Everything seemed normal, but something inside her told her that she should know more. These visions... they were not random.
"Okay, I'll check all the connections," she told herself. Her fingers moved deftly along the wires as she continued to process what she had seen. Why would anyone want her to slow down?
She closed the hood, looking at him, and her gaze returned to the dark streets of the city where the figure had disappeared.
"Who are you?" she whispered into the silence, not expecting an answer.
New questions flashed through her mind, but she couldn't afford to take any more time to think. She looked around carefully - the deserted road, a few abandoned houses along the side of the road, and then, from behind one of them, a girl appeared. She was almost elusive in her movements: with black hair, wrapped in a simple brown dress, she ran towards the forest, not paying attention to the truck.
Delia Asia Vieira, slightly puzzled, couldn't help but follow her. "What kind of strange girl is this?" she thought. The girl didn't seem scared, as if she knew that the robotess was watching her. Delia Asia Vieira quickly caught up with her and tried to speak.
"Hey, where are you running? You shouldn't be alone!" robotess's voice was soft but firm.
But the girl didn't turn around. She just kept walking, and soon disappeared around the corner. Delia Asia Vieira couldn't stop. She decided to follow her.
A few minutes later she saw the house. Thick black smoke was pouring out of it, and everything around was on fire. The fire was engulfing the building like a raging element, leaving no chance for salvation.
"Oh no!" she cried, quickening her steps, feeling her heart beat faster.
She ran up to the house and noticed an old woman standing nearby, looking at the flames in confusion.
"Are you okay?" Delia Asia Vieira asked, coming closer.
The old woman could barely turn to face her, her eyes full of fear and tears.
"The girl..." the old woman whispered, pointing her hand at the burning house. "She's inside... she's there... I couldn't help... they... they..."
Delia Asia Vieira didn't have time to understand what exactly the old woman wanted to say, because at that moment a heartbreaking scream of a girl was heard. This sound literally pierced the air, forcing the robotess to jerk and run towards the door.
"I will find her," said Delia Asia Vieira, walking resolutely towards the entrance of the house.
Fiery tongues of flame swirled around her, but Delia Asia Vieira felt no fear. Her metal was invincible against such fire. She made her way through the flames, which did not harm her, until she reached the main room.
Inside, it was impossible to breathe from the soot and heat. In the far corner, right on the scorched floor, lay a girl, her body badly burned, and her skin covered in ulcers. She lay right on a round place where traces of sacrifice were visible - symbols drawn on the floor with blood and ash.
"No, no, no..." Delia Asia Vieira whispered, running up to her. The girl was unconscious, but her breathing was weak.
Delia Asia Vieira didn't hesitate. She carefully picked up the girl, trying not to hurt her even more, and ran to the exit. The fire raged inexorably around her, but Delia Asia Vieira knew she had to get out. Suddenly, an anxious question filled her: "How did this girl get here? Who did this?" But now was not the time to figure it out. She had to save a life.
As Delia Asia Vieira ran out of the house, she noticed the ambulance sirens were already blaring in the distance. She was still holding the little girl in her arms, but at that moment her body seemed to weaken and she felt her mechanisms starting to fail.
"Hold on..." she whispered to the girl as her vision began to fade. She wanted to keep moving, but she couldn't. Suddenly everything around her started spinning, and the robotess's body fell to the ground.
The sirens grew louder, but Delia Asia Vieira lost consciousness, finding herself in darkness, her mind absorbed by the last gap between reality and the void.
Delia Asia Vieira slowly opened her eyes. The pain in her head, the feeling of fatigue - her mechanisms had begun to recover, but not yet completely. She sat on a bench surrounded by greenery in some park and tried to come to her senses for a few minutes. Images of a burning house, the girl she saved, and the subsequent fall came to mind. But now that she was awake, everything seemed too foggy.
She jumped up from her seat and looked around, assessing the situation. The area was unfamiliar, and there was no fire, no old woman. The girl... Where was she? What was wrong with her? A desperate thought made the robotess sigh. She had to find out how she was, despite everything that was happening. She could not forget that terrible scene when the girl, burned, lay on the sacrificial mark.
"I need to go to the hospital," she whispered under her breath, straightening her metal limbs.
Delia Asia Vieira walked down the street, trying to collect her thoughts. She remembered the hospital, which was not too far from here. She headed there, hoping to find out what happened to the girl after she saved her.