“I must escape,” she told them. “I must find the light.”
The guards, fixed in their automatic minds, blinked heavy lenses at her. Copper-plated, bulky arms reached for her. She stumbled back.
“I must escape.”
One of them, who happened to be dirtier and older than the other, laughed. It was a harsh and static-filled laugh from a speaker which needed fixing. The guards weren’t supposed to speak, and so their wiring was never properly tended to.
“Stupid human.” It made a snorting noise at her, laden with buzzing. “Why are you escaping? Do you even know?”
“I must escape,” she repeated. It was through her entire being. Every part of her mind was filled with the phrase. She didn’t know why.
The other guard laughed, this time. “Stupid human,” it agreed with the first, grabbing hold of her left arm. “Back into your cell, now.”
“No! I must escape!”
The first guard raised something cylindrical that buzzed and glowed bright white. She shrieked at the sight of it. She didn’t know what it was—but it meant pain. She’d felt it before.
“Sleep,” said the guard, and the object collided with her neck.
Everything went dark.
(Source: velvetdemon.net)
