A girl with secrets. Secrets on which the very fabric of space and time are threatened of their existence. "What she did was a crime"- is what they'd all say. But was what she did, really what she is being accused of? Is she really a criminal; a Mul...
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The ship Interstellar Traveller darted through the empty void, with blasts of energy shooting out of its rear and warming the surrounding nothingness. The crew was enjoying leisure as no foreseeable mission occupied their charts.
A telescope aimed at a planet that was rapidly coming closer. Or rather, they were moving towards it. The ship ignited the reverse thrusters and gradually came to a halt. Having nothing else to do, observing planets was the crew's favourite pastime. They called themselves- the IMG, which stood for: Interstellar Missions Group. Having come into business only a month ago, few knew about their existence. But their name was spreading (they operated under the Galactic Patrol after all) and it was presumed by them that a mission would arrive soon. Their first ever mission.
It was exciting yet boring at the same time. Until and unless there was a mission, they had nothing else to do, which meant: no mission, no payment.
The robots aboard took turns and observed the planet through the telescope. It was big, green and active. Probably less developed forms of life inhabited the planet.
"I see strings form over the western region. What could they possibly be?" B.O.5 rotated his head and asked Sierra. She was lost in her thoughts when the sudden grainy voice stung her. It broke her out of her stance.
"Huh? What?" she looked at him, confused. Her hair was messy, as always.
"See for yourself", he made way for her to see through, his tyres rolling in reverse.
Looking through the eyepiece she said, "Oh it is rain." She mentally smiled but simultaneously sadness crept in too. She had never 'felt' rain. She had read about it in history books where Earth, the planet she genetically belonged to, was annually washed by it. It gave life to the barren lifeless areas and the humans danced under it enjoying every drop as each glided over their bodies.
"That doesn't match any entry in my memory." B.O.5 displayed an empty bucket in his facial display.
"That's because it is the first time you are in space." She looked around the planet to see small nebulae. "You'll have new experiences like this all the time. It's the first time after a month of blind travelling that we have come across a habitable planet. All the others were mostly gas giants."
"Tell me more about it." B.O.5 made a smiley face.
"You can just search it in the Universal Web but okay. I can tell-" she was interrupted by a ping.
"Results obtained," B.O.5 said with a high pitch.
Sierra sighed. They were all the same. Their conscious personalities were only a pretension set up by codes and wires. They did not have a heart. A heart through which they could feel. A heart that was capable of generating emotions and to understand feelings. They were all only tin cans at the base. Nothing else than that empty bucket.
