Post by Tolvur-Q12 on Jul 11, 2020 14:42:25 GMT -8
''What do you think he's thinking about?''
''I think it's his last words, Six.''
Two voices spoke, drawing closer as Bryce sat in the middle of his farming area. ''What do you think those will be?'' The other voice asked. ''Something about cogs, I bet. Or maybe some shit about knowing how this world works.''
''This world works very simple, to have words on how everything is fated to die or otherwise end is not worthy of mention. We're all finite, even us.''
The other voice did not speak again as the cacophany of footsteps reached the mandroid. And he had already been looking in their direction the second he heard one of the two being addressed as a number. Six. Bryce knew enough of his past to know he was supposed to do something about the people named after numbers; for they were not real people, rather androids that hailed from the same line as he did, but they all went insane, as Bryce had experienced and fought himself. Only the numbers one through ten couldn't fight it- only 11 and higher could. And he was number eleven. He remembered this, along with the simple idea that a higher number meant a stronger individual.
But then he also remembered seeing numbers well beyond 100? How could.. he end them if they were that much more powerful?
''I'm just wondering how many of us there are.'' Bryce said before either of the two other androids could mention anything. He knew of the existence of only a few, the rest were all from some kind of paper he found in some red ribbon base. What if someone decided to leave the red ribbon and create androids on their own accord? Bryce was almost.. not a part of his own line, but he supposed funding played a big role in it all.
But what if people found a way around that?
One of the alleged androids in front of Bryce chuckled. ''There are hundreds of us.'' He answered before tapping the shoulder of the one next to him. ''Right, Six?''
''Hm?'' Six reacted with a fingernail sliding between his front teeth as he seemed to be examining all the crops around him. ''Oh, yeah, lots of us. But, with a little bit of luck, you won't have to worry about that soon.''
The other stepped over to the mandroid and got on the ground next to him, throwing an arm around him. ''We're not threatening though, we wouldn't dare.''
''That's not what that fat farmer told me.'' Bryce said with a scowl on his face, doing his best not to anger both the droids close to him. ''He told me you threatened to kill his entire family if I wasn't around.''
Six laughed and looked over at his buddy, then shrugged. ''We're not threatening you though.'' He said. ''And we didn't really threaten.. we just.. gave him some motivation.''
Bryce lowered his gaze a bit as he saw the droid at his side listen intently and then chuckle. ''And I think it worked, seeing as you're here and all.'' He said. ''But I think there is some misunderstanding here. We're not the bad guys here, and neither are you or the other numbers. We are.. less functional, us numbers from 1 through 10, and we know to look out for you, number 11, but that doesn't mean we all want you dead. Far from it, actually.''
Looking up with a bit of confusion was the mandroid who didn't really know how to respond yet. While he did expect them to have come here to hurt him or worse at first, he only did so because he failed to see what else they could have in store for him. ''What.. do you want if not for my death? He finally asked, looking at the android at his side with an arm still curled around him.
The android laughed and looked at Six briefly. ''Yeah Six, what do we want?'' He asked as if he didn't know what he was going on about himself.
Once more, caught by surprise Six was found making silly faces, his tongue being out in the open the moment he was asked. ''Um.. didn't you know that, Eight?'' He asked. ''You're the boss here. AAnd the muscle. And the brains. Makes me wonder why I'm here..''
Eight smirked and looked back at Bryce. ''Androids and muscle..'' He chuckled as he waved a dainty hand in front of the mandroid. ''Maybe cyborgs like you, but androids? Nah, someone must have damaged his intelligence systems or something.'' His face then went sour as he looked Bryce straight in his eyes to grab his attention, which had been present from the start of this but was only now needed, he guessed. ''We need you for something.'' Eight said, and then looked over at Six back to making weird faces and not paying attention. ''..I need you for something.'' He then sighed, but quickly that turned into a chuckle. ''You see, the other numbers want you to kill us and not them, we're.. not that different, but we're allowing ourselves to tell you that you don't need to kill anyone.''
''Aside from Ten, right Eight?''
Eight looked over his shoulder briefly and then turned back to Bryce with a brief shake of his head and a smile. ''Aside from Ten.''
''Wait.'' Bryce finally responded. ''Why, if none of you have to die, do I need to kill Ten?''
Eight smirked widely and waggled his index finger in front of the mandroid. ''No no, you misunderstand. You don't need to kill him at all. It'd be great if you did with him telling us all to kill you, but that would be your own decision to make. See, we're all united through him, insane or not, through a common enemy; you. However, if you kill Ten you will let everyone among us listening to him see that it is useless to try and touch you. Not killing him would be no change for us, but a change for you. You could lead us all, tell us what to do.''
Bryce listened with all his might, but wasn't sure he liked what he heard. Leading a group of defective robots when he could only barely lead himself? They didn't know about his troubles, did they?
''Whatever your choice, I suggest you take some time to think it over.'' Eight said as he got up, taking his hand and motioning for Six to follow him out of the area they were in. ''I dumped a lot on you. So take some time, do some fun things, meet people, discuss it with them or do whatever. We'll be back here in a few months to hear what you have decided, see how we can help.'' Eight said before he and Six vanished in the trees.
......
Some time later Bryce found himself in a nearby town, still being followed by the words of Eight. He didn't know what to really do about it all, but one thing that Eight said seemed like a solid option: meeting people. And that was why he was in a town instead of near his own farm.
He didn't really know how to go about meeting new people though, that was the biggest problem he currently had. How did people usually do that, just walk up to someone and start talking? If Bryce tried that he would be spit out faster than a loose tooth.
Finding a kind of sports area he took a seat on one of the benches, taking a small break and also watched as the people played a sport he remembered, basketball. It looked like a fun sport, but not at all for him. With all the physical contact of it he would knock someone out before too long, he just knew it.
So he decided to just watch for the time being, see if anyone came up to him. And if not, it was fun enough just to be out there for once.
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''I think it's his last words, Six.''
Two voices spoke, drawing closer as Bryce sat in the middle of his farming area. ''What do you think those will be?'' The other voice asked. ''Something about cogs, I bet. Or maybe some shit about knowing how this world works.''
''This world works very simple, to have words on how everything is fated to die or otherwise end is not worthy of mention. We're all finite, even us.''
The other voice did not speak again as the cacophany of footsteps reached the mandroid. And he had already been looking in their direction the second he heard one of the two being addressed as a number. Six. Bryce knew enough of his past to know he was supposed to do something about the people named after numbers; for they were not real people, rather androids that hailed from the same line as he did, but they all went insane, as Bryce had experienced and fought himself. Only the numbers one through ten couldn't fight it- only 11 and higher could. And he was number eleven. He remembered this, along with the simple idea that a higher number meant a stronger individual.
But then he also remembered seeing numbers well beyond 100? How could.. he end them if they were that much more powerful?
''I'm just wondering how many of us there are.'' Bryce said before either of the two other androids could mention anything. He knew of the existence of only a few, the rest were all from some kind of paper he found in some red ribbon base. What if someone decided to leave the red ribbon and create androids on their own accord? Bryce was almost.. not a part of his own line, but he supposed funding played a big role in it all.
But what if people found a way around that?
One of the alleged androids in front of Bryce chuckled. ''There are hundreds of us.'' He answered before tapping the shoulder of the one next to him. ''Right, Six?''
''Hm?'' Six reacted with a fingernail sliding between his front teeth as he seemed to be examining all the crops around him. ''Oh, yeah, lots of us. But, with a little bit of luck, you won't have to worry about that soon.''
The other stepped over to the mandroid and got on the ground next to him, throwing an arm around him. ''We're not threatening though, we wouldn't dare.''
''That's not what that fat farmer told me.'' Bryce said with a scowl on his face, doing his best not to anger both the droids close to him. ''He told me you threatened to kill his entire family if I wasn't around.''
Six laughed and looked over at his buddy, then shrugged. ''We're not threatening you though.'' He said. ''And we didn't really threaten.. we just.. gave him some motivation.''
Bryce lowered his gaze a bit as he saw the droid at his side listen intently and then chuckle. ''And I think it worked, seeing as you're here and all.'' He said. ''But I think there is some misunderstanding here. We're not the bad guys here, and neither are you or the other numbers. We are.. less functional, us numbers from 1 through 10, and we know to look out for you, number 11, but that doesn't mean we all want you dead. Far from it, actually.''
Looking up with a bit of confusion was the mandroid who didn't really know how to respond yet. While he did expect them to have come here to hurt him or worse at first, he only did so because he failed to see what else they could have in store for him. ''What.. do you want if not for my death? He finally asked, looking at the android at his side with an arm still curled around him.
The android laughed and looked at Six briefly. ''Yeah Six, what do we want?'' He asked as if he didn't know what he was going on about himself.
Once more, caught by surprise Six was found making silly faces, his tongue being out in the open the moment he was asked. ''Um.. didn't you know that, Eight?'' He asked. ''You're the boss here. AAnd the muscle. And the brains. Makes me wonder why I'm here..''
Eight smirked and looked back at Bryce. ''Androids and muscle..'' He chuckled as he waved a dainty hand in front of the mandroid. ''Maybe cyborgs like you, but androids? Nah, someone must have damaged his intelligence systems or something.'' His face then went sour as he looked Bryce straight in his eyes to grab his attention, which had been present from the start of this but was only now needed, he guessed. ''We need you for something.'' Eight said, and then looked over at Six back to making weird faces and not paying attention. ''..I need you for something.'' He then sighed, but quickly that turned into a chuckle. ''You see, the other numbers want you to kill us and not them, we're.. not that different, but we're allowing ourselves to tell you that you don't need to kill anyone.''
''Aside from Ten, right Eight?''
Eight looked over his shoulder briefly and then turned back to Bryce with a brief shake of his head and a smile. ''Aside from Ten.''
''Wait.'' Bryce finally responded. ''Why, if none of you have to die, do I need to kill Ten?''
Eight smirked widely and waggled his index finger in front of the mandroid. ''No no, you misunderstand. You don't need to kill him at all. It'd be great if you did with him telling us all to kill you, but that would be your own decision to make. See, we're all united through him, insane or not, through a common enemy; you. However, if you kill Ten you will let everyone among us listening to him see that it is useless to try and touch you. Not killing him would be no change for us, but a change for you. You could lead us all, tell us what to do.''
Bryce listened with all his might, but wasn't sure he liked what he heard. Leading a group of defective robots when he could only barely lead himself? They didn't know about his troubles, did they?
''Whatever your choice, I suggest you take some time to think it over.'' Eight said as he got up, taking his hand and motioning for Six to follow him out of the area they were in. ''I dumped a lot on you. So take some time, do some fun things, meet people, discuss it with them or do whatever. We'll be back here in a few months to hear what you have decided, see how we can help.'' Eight said before he and Six vanished in the trees.
......
Some time later Bryce found himself in a nearby town, still being followed by the words of Eight. He didn't know what to really do about it all, but one thing that Eight said seemed like a solid option: meeting people. And that was why he was in a town instead of near his own farm.
He didn't really know how to go about meeting new people though, that was the biggest problem he currently had. How did people usually do that, just walk up to someone and start talking? If Bryce tried that he would be spit out faster than a loose tooth.
Finding a kind of sports area he took a seat on one of the benches, taking a small break and also watched as the people played a sport he remembered, basketball. It looked like a fun sport, but not at all for him. With all the physical contact of it he would knock someone out before too long, he just knew it.
So he decided to just watch for the time being, see if anyone came up to him. And if not, it was fun enough just to be out there for once.
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WC: 1,345