Mankind Requiem
Something I wrote between commissions
Did he really do it? It was... impossible that he would do such a thing; it was illogical that such an action would happen. But the reality wasn't lying; his master, the one that created him, was now dead. Could he be the one that perpetrated such an act? But it would go against his internal programming; how could one defy the laws that made it work, that permitted to live and exist?
More he looked at the body, more he felt strange; he wasn't supposed to perceive emotions, but they were imposing themselves on him. For him, it was probably a malfunction in his programming, but more he tried to ignore them, to focus the search on his problem, more they expressed themselves. It confused him; it wasn't part of him, nor should it be. Maybe that defect was enough for him to have caused the tragic accident. But why was he unable to remember, what could have caused that selective amnesia of his?
Androids were not supposed to be tormented as he was now; logic was not enough for him to understand the situation he was now in. More he tried to analyze his own actions and reasoning, less he found them coherent, unable to understand why he would able to commit something like that.
He was designed to help his creator, to build a better world, not to take away life, unless his master life was threatened... He knew that some could defend themselves if they were in danger, but he was never in danger; how could such a frail creature poses a threat to him? It needed to be... protected, cared for, for the world was a cruel place for such a fragile being, unable to resist the passage of time.
He held his head between his hands, trying to focus his mind a moment, to clear it from the rubble that he couldn't understand. A sentence floated in his memory, uncalled for, as if it a certain value for this situation.
``You are my greatest achievement, my imperfect perfection. You are as flawed as me, not like the others. You will be my Prometheus, the one that will bring enlightenment...''
He remembered feeling something out of his control, an impulse that forced to act... in a way that made him forget the rest of his actions. Could it be... the reason of the death of his master? Could he be the cause of such a terrible act?
He was a murderer, flawed like the beings he was supposed to serve and protect; how could he be able to save them if he wasn't able to understand himself?
He left the corpse alone and embraced the outside world; maybe he could seek a way to remove his emotions and return to purity... or he could seek repentance, embracing reality. All he knew was that the future was now in his hands...