The Automaton

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

A cyborg contemplates the atrocities he made.

Before me lies my brain, my memories and my emotions. Various wires protrude like snakes poised to strike. Circuit boards lie scattered and motors gleam with the sun from the window. I hold the small camera that is my sight, its shape that of a doll's eye. The shapes of people bundled in coats scutter down the street below like ants. My optic camera targets a woman, her figure silhouetted by the snow. Fiddling with the small device I zoom in. She pushes a stroller before her, struggling with the wheels and the unforgiving temperature.

Her problems are everyday difficulties, nothing to what I’m going through. I’m not a bad man, but live the life of one, if I can even consider myself a human. The shell I live in, has committed atrocities which are hard to even fathom. I’ve killed more- no, my body has killed more than I care to think about. When it happens I can do nothing but watch, my actions controlled by my creator. I thought it would stop when I killed him, freeing me of his clutches. But when his eyes died in my grasp he did nothing but smile, as if he knew something I didn’t.

Just 2 days after his death, my brain clicked familiarily and I lost control. When I finally regained authority over my limbs, 3 were dead. Two adults and one, one child.

With a flash of pink against the stark snow, the woman below stops, bringing me out of my daze. She picks up the small salmon tinted object, giving it back to her child. She then wags a finger at the child, reprimanding it for dropping the toy. How old was it? Younger than my previous victim? Soon it will no longer matter. The thoughts will no longer plague my mind.

He plays with the single cord attaching him to the pile of components before him. The red blue and green wires wrap around each other and taper into a plug. I look at the woman with a sad look and gaze into the sun before unplugging my power source.


Submitted: April 02, 2015

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Rhynne Asad

I really enjoy this a lot! I particularly like that we are not given more explanation than we need. There's no point in explaining WHY he must kill, only that he must do so against his will. It leaves so much to the imagination, but in a way that does not leave me frustrated but rather more intrigued. Well done! My only comment here is that you need more tags. The ones you have are a bit specific, and you might like to account for the vagueness of a reader that does not quite know what they want to read yet. I am not saying put down something that is not relevant, but rather give it a bit more body.

Thu, April 2nd, 2015 2:48pm

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