08-27-2014, 09:08 PM
The Tiers held less wonder and excitement as he traversed through them again. He had a prime directive and all his curiosity was focused on what could potentially happen once he reached Tier One once more. The lights, the glitz, the faces, they all passed by with minimal analyzation or hard memory storage. Just features and colors he would recall and later fill in blanks to create whole pictures.
As he got closer to the higher Tiers, particularly Two, he noticed people were tightening up their guard around him. It would be foolish to think they didn't have any surveillance on him. With the advanced tech they should have been able to put together some kind of profile on him. He wondered if his identity as a robot was uncovered. He didn't care for that idea one bit.
At Tier One he was back to the bustling metropolis this place seemed to be on the surface. It was a stark contrast from the dark, lonely place he had been spending the past three days. And yet all the ignorant faces, the high society and the Stepford styled monotony seemed even more isolating.
He took a moment to take in the city once more. Would the Empire's patrol men come after her in the blink of an eye? Would the greatly feared Judge Dredd appear? Or would another hunter come after him? He felt his system prep itself for self preservation. An involuntary action. Like a firewall sensing danger and scanning for threats. Ironic how similar his internal systems were so like the systems of a human. Yet how different he processed and acted compared to humans. Strip away the ability to feel emotions and man would have been perfect. Realistically however, Vitruvius envied man for their flawed, illogical emotional responses. He...admired their traits, was terrified of their capacity for evil, but desired the emotions that inspired all their greatness.
But that was here nor there. He was making himself an open target by standing around in Tier One and he had business to attend to and would have found it preferable if he did it on his own or was escorted by someone who wouldn't execute with extreme prejudice or belonged solely to corrupt Empire.
As he got closer to the higher Tiers, particularly Two, he noticed people were tightening up their guard around him. It would be foolish to think they didn't have any surveillance on him. With the advanced tech they should have been able to put together some kind of profile on him. He wondered if his identity as a robot was uncovered. He didn't care for that idea one bit.
At Tier One he was back to the bustling metropolis this place seemed to be on the surface. It was a stark contrast from the dark, lonely place he had been spending the past three days. And yet all the ignorant faces, the high society and the Stepford styled monotony seemed even more isolating.
He took a moment to take in the city once more. Would the Empire's patrol men come after her in the blink of an eye? Would the greatly feared Judge Dredd appear? Or would another hunter come after him? He felt his system prep itself for self preservation. An involuntary action. Like a firewall sensing danger and scanning for threats. Ironic how similar his internal systems were so like the systems of a human. Yet how different he processed and acted compared to humans. Strip away the ability to feel emotions and man would have been perfect. Realistically however, Vitruvius envied man for their flawed, illogical emotional responses. He...admired their traits, was terrified of their capacity for evil, but desired the emotions that inspired all their greatness.
But that was here nor there. He was making himself an open target by standing around in Tier One and he had business to attend to and would have found it preferable if he did it on his own or was escorted by someone who wouldn't execute with extreme prejudice or belonged solely to corrupt Empire.
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The sound of metal, I want to be you. I should learn to be a man...like you.