The Theories of Love || Connor X Reader

CHAPTER THIRTY

Your body didn't feel as if it were yours, but rather a vessel for another. Your eyes didn't see the truth, but acted as a lens that could only capture parts of a full picture. Your voice was contained as it always was, silenced yet begging.

A white room full of suffocating silence. You were looking through the lens of another, watching a gun being pointed towards someone who's face couldn't be translated. That someone also had its gun pointed towards you. Through distorted vision you saw the temple of their head with an LED spinning red. Your eyes trailed down to its shoulder where it had been shot, resulting in its white shirt being stained with lapis blue. A staring contest was your only form of communication.

You put pressure on the trigger, preparing to gun down the android. You hesitated for the first time, hand beginning to tremble. That wasn't supposed to happen. The android tilted its head to the side, a display of mockery. You could feel the hardening of your own blank expression. What had he done to you?

"His best work has shown hesitancy. What a failure."

Bang! Bang!

Two bullets had been exchanged. The android dropped down onto its knees, head lifeless and dangling with a bullet between its eyes. A surge of pain went through your body, throat beginning to feel as if it had been snapped in two. Your vision went red with alerts of irreversible damage.

You collapsed onto your knees while pressing your hand against your throat. There was a wet sensation that coated the palm of your hand and slipped through the cracks of your fingers. You pulled back your hand to see the blue blood coating your hand. You had been shot and now you were choking on your own blood.

A man barged into the white enclosure, running over to you and crouching down. You grabbed at his laboratory coat as your began to spasm in shock from the brutal blow. There was the feeling deep down, one in which had slowly built over time, finally free of its coded chains. It was the human emotion known as fear. You weren't supposed to experience those things. So, why did you?

"I'm... scared. I don't want... to die."

Your voice was destroyed; broken, duplicated, scratchy. The man's facial features were barely visible, but you could see the faint smile on his lips. A woman walked up behind him. She looked down at you without any reaction. You released your clutches from the man's coat as the jolts of shock slowed. You watched as the two humans spoke to each other, one being more angry than the other.

"There will never be another. FM200 is unique."

Your vision was going out, body beginning to count down its own inevitable moment of shut down. The material that was used to keep your eyes lubricated and human-like began to build, slowly falling down the sides of your face. The truth was that you were going to die.

The woman scoffed at your bodily response. You barely caught the word "human" slip past her lips as she turned and walked away. The man helped lay you down on the floor, shaking his head with that faint smile still on his face. Your body slowly stopped twitching as you could no longer feel it. The mental timer began its final 10-second countdown. You couldn't help but stare at the deactivated android, managing to use the final moments of your strength to point. The man grabbed your hand gently.

10...

"You did great."

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