Fic Or Original: Original
Genre(s): Science Fiction/Romance
Rating: T (as according to fictionpress)
Characters In Chapter: Samara Crichton, Nazilla, Kered
Relationship(s): Samara Crichton/Nazilla
Markâ€™s team had left a few days ago, but one person that wasnâ€™t here originally still remained. A person I hoped recovered soon so he would leave quicker. I didnâ€™t hate him like I hated Mark, I hated him because his hatred of me was profound. I knew those in Karma would hate me merely because Iâ€™m a Machine and Machines are the enemy, but he just over did it.
Of course I couldnâ€™t complain about him to his face since he was the Earth Elemental.
â€œKered, do you need anything else?â€ I asked him and it was merely because I was an M-4 that I didnâ€™t let out a sarcastic sigh.
â€œI donâ€™t know why I approved you.â€ Kered replied as Samara walked back in with his lunch.
â€œBecause she is a loyal soldier of Karma.â€ Samara replied. â€œAnd Karma needs all the good soldiers it can get. The Net has unlimited resources compared to us and Naz is one of its Machines that turned against them.â€
â€œWe couldâ€™ve turned her into ours if we had to.â€
â€œThen why hasnâ€™t there been a whole influx of converted Machines?â€ I asked him. â€œIf Karma can do it they wouldâ€™ve already, no matter how disgusted everyone would be.â€
Kered looked at me and I could see that he was getting better by how angry he was allowing himself to get. He continued to stare at me as Samara set up a table for him to eat his lunch off of. I didnâ€™t mind that he got angry at me as long as he didnâ€™t deactivate me. I wanted to continue to serve Karma as long as I could, though I had a sneaking suspicion that they would deactivate me once I had no further use to them.
Once Samara was done I approached Kered so as to help him to the table.
â€œI can do this on my own.â€ Kered replied angrily.
He started to get up and nearly fell over so I helped him stand up straight. While my duty was to help him, I knew when I would do more harm than good. I backed away a few feet immediately after he wasnâ€™t in danger of falling over anymore.
Even though he seemed to take his time walking over, I could tell that he was walking quicker. I would have helped with some of his physical therapy, but Kered would only allow Samara to help him. I wanted to prove to him that I was helpful, but I couldnâ€™t unless he wanted the help.
I watched as he ate and took note of every little movement he made while eating to help judge how healthy he was. Samara looked at me with a questioning look and I nodded back. I did so because he was getting better and was experiencing less pain than before.
â€œDonâ€™t judge me, Machine.â€ Kered said.
â€œI am judging that you are returning to your former health.â€ I replied.
â€œAnd how does that make you feel?â€
â€œIt makes me feel as if we might have a good chance against Netty now.â€
â€œStill calling it Netty?â€
â€œEven if you donâ€™t believe it, some of my old human self still remains.â€
Kered just shook his head and finished his lunch. After that it was easy enough for me and Samara to make sure that Kered was comfortable. Then it was time for us to leave him alone.
As I walked away from his room, the fears that Kered had ignited in me started to come into my conscious mind. What if I was changing to a point where I wasnâ€™t human? More importantly, why didnâ€™t that make me afraid?
As I decided to wash the dishes by hand, I heard Samaraâ€™s breath close behind me.
â€œAre you worried about me?â€ I asked her.
â€œYes,â€ She replied after a momentâ€™s pause. â€œWhy wouldnâ€™t I be? Youâ€™re my girlfriend.â€
â€œAm I? Or am I just a Machine that has your girlfriendâ€™s memories?â€
â€œNaz, why are yo-â€œ
â€œYouâ€™ve been spending a lot of time with Kered. Heâ€™s probably talked to you about me. How all Machines are evil no matter what.â€
â€œSo? Do you really think Iâ€™m just going to believe what he thinks over what I know?â€
â€œAnd what do you know?â€
She didnâ€™t answer until after I was finished with the task at hand. She answered with a long and deep kiss. I responded in kind merely because I knew it was an action she would like, even though I didnâ€™t feel it like I used to.
As we ended the kiss I felt afraid. While I wasnâ€™t worried much now by my M-4 self, that desperate kiss by her made me feel afraid. I wanted to feel that when I had returned it that I was feeling some sort of desperation. I wished that I wanted her to know, by my kiss alone, that I felt like I used to. That that part of me was there deep inside.
By Samaraâ€™s glance at me now, I knew she could tell that something was different. We had been lovers for too long for me to get away with what I had just felt. But as she kissed me again, I knew we both were hiding what we feared: that I was going to forget about being human and our relationship would be at an end.
I kissed Samara hard and cupped her face in my hands. If I pretended for her sake, maybe then Iâ€™d start feeling like I was fully human again.
But all I felt were bits of information as I pleasured her. I spent time on her to try and fool us both into not believing what we both knew. Maybe Samara believed I wasnâ€™t as Machine-like as Kered was saying, but she knew something was different.
As we lay tangled in each other after we had made love, I knew that she still loved me. That she would keep giving me chances. So I promised myself not to disappoint her.
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