The Know 8

 “Okay well… I don’t know what else to tell you… ask questions.”

 “Alright, well… how many others are there? You know… like you?” he said sitting up a bit taller, his eyes held an intense energy.

 “I was their first, experiment, they could be making more, but I don’t know of any.”

 “So how did you know that they wanted you at the New White House despite your good deeds?”

 “You see, I was created in the hopes that one day I could be used as a weapon, or to continue the work of the Supreme Ruler after he dies. I suppose their original idea was to make an entire army of… my kind, to do whatever it is they need.”
 
 “That still doesn’t answer my quest…”

 “I’m getting there…” I interrupted.

 “When they were… making me, they started with the head. They didn’t realize I could hear everything, you see, so I overheard their disgusting plans. The government scientists still to this day do not realize that I know their plans.”

 “But how could they expect you to not know that the government paid for your hotel room, and you never had parents, and that you’re a robot, and do you grow?”

 “Yes, amazing technology I must admit. I was set up with a… family when I was younger, a fake one of course. Adoption. They were paid to keep quiet. I was suppose to grow up believing my parents died. Although I was young, my brain was old even then, because they wanted my brain to develop further than the average brain by incubating it for many years. Of course I don’t remember anything when I was just a brain that would be ridiculous.”

 “How so. You said you could hear their plans.”

 “Well for one I didn’t have any ears when there was only a brain, when I had a face, and ears that’s when I overheard.”

 “Ah yes.” he said, clearly feeling stupid.

 “If you so much as breath a word to a sane friend or family member, you will regret the day your mother decided to have a child.” I made sure to keep eye contact, to prove my sincerity.

 He looked down breaking the beam of fear I surely sent slipping down his spine. I adjusted my  glove once more and then stood up to walk over to my bed, but instead stopped, my back facing him. The room changed and the dark mist that was hovering around the car made its reappearance. My bed started… glitching in and out of reality, as the car did. Although glitching may not be a word it’s the only way to describe such an event. Looking down I let out a small laugh.

 “You know that won’t do us any good, violence isn’t always the solution to fear.”

 I heard the click of the gun as he put it down on the glass coffee table. I resumed walking over to my bed, and the mist left. Everything seemed to be back to normal in the room. I turned back around to find my assumption correct. Still with a grin on my face I pressed a button on the wall. The walls closed encasing me in the circular bedroom, leaving me alone to my thoughts once more. I looked out the window walls across the many skyscrapers below, letting my focus fall upon the pink and orange horizon. My hands were tightly wrapped together behind me, and my eyes refocused on my reflection. Immediately I wiped the evil grin from my face, knowing it was only there because of the power I felt over Riley. Even after all these years, I still don’t have control of that part of me. The want, the need to have, to control, to have power… greed. How can one person hate it so much and yet still feel it? Still commit the same sin?
 I walked over to the bed and lay down. Trying to think of anyway I could rid myself of these… emotions. Maybe the need to control my controlling side would be enough to make it leave, as crazy as it sounds. Only time can sort such things. Time… I felt my self drift away into another dream filled night…

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 I awoke to the peaceful sound of music as it drift lightly through the air. Images of spring came bounding into my minds eye, washing away yesterday’s hardships. I recognized the tune but I never imaged that anyone would be listening to something as old and classic as Beethoven. His music is the product of a tortured soul, the remnants; that which comes from pain is beauty. Somehow I could relate to him although he is long gone, “he” still remains… through the music he created so long ago. I intend to bring beauty to the world as well. That is if my ideas go as planned; Moonlight Sonata. This piece was said to be made for one of his female students,  as creepy as that seems, its still a wonderful piece of art. I simply feel it as passion. What a song is written about should not change the way one feels about a song, it only matters what you think it means.

 The smell of eggs pulled me quickly from my bed as I realized I hadn’t eaten since lunch yesterday.  I walked into the main room and noticed him browsing through other songs on my TV play list, a plate of eggs sitting on the table in front of him.

 “Eggs?” He said pointing to another plate resting on the table. His focus was still on the music list.

 I walked over and sat down next to him sliding the plate away from the handgun which had remained there all night. Without wasting a moment I scarfed down the entire pound of eggs piled on the plate.

 “Damn girl, you must have been hungry.” He said finally drawing his attention away from the screen.

 “What can I say. I like my food.”

 “You got some good songs on here.” He said looking back at the screen.

 “Yeah, I didn’t realize anyone else liked Beethoven anymore… or remembered him.” I said, beginning to feel a bond form between us.

 “Hey what time is it?” He said putting down the remote and taking a bite of his food.

 I took the remote and clicked on the time/date button on the screen.

 “11:00!”