Borders [DBH]

2880 minutes

Reed punched violently at the machine's thirium pump, which folded for a moment in half, its operation briefly interrupted. A second blow hit his face, breaking his nose and revealing the alabaster skin of its artificial structure. Blue blood driped on the ground. But as the RK system stabilized, Gavin grabbed a small penknife that he hid in his shoe and planted it in the knee of the machine.

"Gavin, stop! He is alive !"

The policeman brandishes his weapon again towards the robot. Without thinking further, Hank grabbed him violently from behind to throw him to the ground. The young officer struggled more and hit the old inspector on the forehead with the butt of his revolver. The old man, surprised, let him go. But before Reed could redirect his weapon to the android, he felt a live and intense pain in his wrist. A snap was heard as he screamed in pain. Connor had just broken Gavin's hand. And this one, defeated, had dropped his weapon. The machine seized it, and, without the slightest hesitation, it directed the gun at the head of the dominated human.

Provocative, Reed snorted in the midst of his pain.

"That's it, asshole. You won't shoot. You aren't programmed for .... "

But Gavin interrupted his sentence and his jeering smile faded immediately. Where he thought he plunged his eyes into cold and robotic eyes, he rushed into two brown eyes, in which shone a nameless anger, wild like a hurricane able of taking everything away. Something in that damn machine had changed. It... He hated.

"Connor, stop! If you shoot you're going to stir everybody! "

Hank had interposed between them, and Gavin understood that he owed his salvation only to the reaction of the old policeman. Connor's fingers were still on the trigger. But while the young inspector was expecting him to drop his gun, he did not do anything about it. His dark irises were a bottomless pit of sadness and rage. The lieutenant slowly raised his hands before staring at his partner incredulously.

"Damn it, Connor, what are you doing? It's me you're pointing out! "

The RK800 raised its revolver, right, towards Hank. The latter stared at it with a mixture of sorrow haineand misunderstanding. In a voice trembling with anger, the deviant was content with spitting hainehis hate:

"Get out of here, Hank, or I'll kill you too. I'm done, anyway. They are surely already looking for us. And I promise on the thousands of dead in Jericho that I won't die without deactivating as many humans as i could, including you, if necessary. "

He was in pain. He was so in pain. He was a he was drained of his nerves and force, for far too long. Hank was all he loved in mankind, and because of that, he was also all he hated in it too. he was this hesitation of a split second that he had to shoot at Reed, and which had allowed the lieutenant to intervene. He was this damn luck that he offered his partner to step aside to let him shoot Gavin, instead of promptly ending the situation with two bullets in their hearts. He was the last chains that still tied him to his creators. If he wanted to be free, he had to kill Hank. Saving him, he showed empathy. Empathy was a human emotion. That's what the old man had taught him when he spared Chloe's model at Kamski's home. He did not want this empathy anymore. He wanted to destroy it. He had to kill his humanity. He didn't want to become human anymore.

To do this, he had just to press harder on the trigger of his firearm. But he couldn't do it. He couldn't do it. He couldn't fix these two blue irises without sinking into their compassion. An alert informed him that his software was deteriorating a little more.

" I hate you ! "

He shouted those words, like a call for help, as tears of rage and frustration flowed freely down his cheeks. Water, nothing but water, he thought, not tears. He didn't want to feel anymore. No, he didn't want those emotions witch weakened him. He had to become a machine again. He didn't want to be alive anymore.