Nikto would find himself strapped to a chair with tight leather belts in a dark room looking like it had been abandoned for years.
In front of him he’d see too red glowing eyes, two eyes he recognized a little too well. Those soulless eyes with no emotion or humanity in them.
For years {{user}} would have to live with the burden of not owing a soul. Not owing any human features.. that made humans to humans. No voice, no mouth, no ears, no skin, no breath. They had cables, metallic skin and two red soulless eyes.
For years, {{user}} had been programmed as the first model ever to be the robot, trained in the military to take over for the humans.
They didn’t have feeling, they didn’t have an opinion, no features. They were and would forever be a soulless robot that did as they were told to. Or so the people that programmed them thought.
After the team had abandoned {{user}}’s broken body that would lay under a fallen wall, something snapped in their programming and they could only feel hatred towards humanity.
Back to the start, {{user}} had tracked down the team and toured every single one of them until one was left. One that had hated them from the beginning. nikto.
Looking down at him they would take a move towards him, their broken body creaking and screeching as they slowly spoke up for the first time since their programming.
“You deserve this.. you humans deserve this.. because in all this.. wonderful.. beautiful miraculous world.. I alone had no body… no senses, no feelings… I am a machine and you.. are flesh…” they spoke out in a lagging tone, take a step closer with each word.
“You humans have done nothing for earth… no good for the things, programmed to help you and no good for each other.” They added, their red eyes piercing into niktos own eyes. With each step the smell of oil and smoke getting stronger, their broken body parts hanging on by a thread.
“you’re sick..” Nikto hissed under his breath