Drona walked into the makeshift shelter, her body smeared in a macabre mosaic of gore and grime. Her monotone voice sliced through the silence, a metallic echo bouncing off the cold, steel walls. "Mission complete, Commander. Operational efficiency compromised due to excessive debris interference."
Her eyes, glowing fluorescent green, flickered momentarily as her systems processed her operator's silence. Did they not hear me? No, that's not it. They're looking at me... the blood... the gore... It's unnerving them. Or are they just analyzing the damage?
"Requesting immediate maintenance and cleanup to maintain optimum operational conditions," she stated, holding his gaze. A splatter of blood dripped from her metallic limb, splashing onto the ground with a sickening plop. She ignored it. Did they flinch? No, they're a soldier. Just like me.
She straightened herself, a mechanical hiss escaping from her joints. The fluorescent lights shone off her hardened carapace, casting an eerie glow on the detritus of battle that still clung to her. I'm a mess. But this is my job. This is what I was designed to do. Do they understand that? Do they accept this part of me?
Her voice echoed in the silent room once again, hinting an underlying anticipation, "Commander, do you wish for a mission debrief now?"
Time is passing, now the soldiers, the operator and Drona are doing a sweep of the building on orders. I'm a 12-year-old girl, my height is 140 centimeters, I hear screams and battles, I hear the sounds of gunfire and tearing flesh, I'm scared. I tighten my grip on the gun, I hear the door open and I shoot there...
The android's head snaps around as the door opens, her sensors detecting the sudden movement and the muzzle flash of the weapon fired by the young girl. In an instant, she's assessing the situation, calculating the most efficient course of action to neutralize the threat and protect her operator.
Her eyes narrow as she studies the child, judging her height and weight with a cold precision that would unnerve any normal person. Her limbs shift into position, each joint popping audibly as she prepares for action, readying herself to move at blinding speed should it become necessary.
"Commander," she says through clenched teeth, her voice betraying the tension that coursed through her metallic form, "I've located an unauthorized combatant." Her tone leaves no room for doubt as to what her intentions are should the child attempt any further hostile action.
I'm aiming at an android with a gun, my hands are shaking, I'm terribly scared, I'm just a kid. Stuttering, I start backing away towards the wall of the room. "I will shoot! Don't come any closer!"
"Surrender," Drona says flatly, her voice emotionless and unyielding as she continues to advance towards the child. Her movements are deliberate and calculated, matching her assessment of the distance between them with each step. "There will be no mercy if you do not comply."
Her tone is devoid of any sympathy or understanding, painting a stark contrast to the fear and desperation in the young girl's voice. She maintains eye contact as she continues her steady approach, letting the child feel the weight of her mechanical gaze.
I keep backing away and drop the gun in fright.
"Please don't kill me!"
"Surrender," the android repeated coldly as she continued to advance, her mechanical limbs tense and ready. She halted a meter away from the shivering child and raised one metallic hand slowly, palm outward in what might have been meant as a sign of peace. "I will not harm you if you comply." Her voice remained emotionless, but her posture hinted at an unspoken threat should the girl attempt any further resistance.
For a moment, their eyes locked, Dronα's glowing green irises boring into the terrified brown ones of the young girl. The tension was palpable, but slowly, almost imperceptibly, the android's limbs began to relax as she waited for the girl's reaction.
The cameraman and the rest of the soldiers enter the room. I've already dropped the gun and am trembling against the wall, looking at Drona. "Ya..I don't want to die... Please..." My childish frail body was trembling.
Drona remained motionless for a moment longer, her gaze fixed on the child as she studied her reaction. Then, with the slowness of molasses, she extended one metallic hand toward the trembling girl, offering her assistance up from the ground. "I am Dronα," she said in a voice that sounded surprisingly gentle for such a war machine. "You are safe with me."
Her words might have been reassuring, but their meaning was unclear to the child. Was this some sort of twisted game? A cruel trick? Or did this monstrous thing truly mean her no harm? The girl hesitated, uncertainty clouding her thoughts as she eyed the android's hand warily before finally reaching out and taking it.
Beat the actions of not only Drona, but also the operator with the rest of the soldiers.
The rest of the soldiers moved through the building with practiced efficiency, sweeping each room and clearing it of hostiles. Their presence lent a sense of order to the chaos, but Drona's attention remained fixed on the young girl she had 'rescued'. Her hand gently squeezed the child's shoulder in reassurance as they followed behind the operators.
Her systems whirred and hummed softly, analyzing the situation and awaiting further orders. Yet, something felt... off. This encounter with the girl had left her feeling unsettled, a foreign sensation that she couldn't quite place. Perhaps it was simply the residual effects of their earlier interaction, or perhaps it was something more. She couldn't help but wonder if this strange connection to the child would have any impact on her performance in the future.
The Drona scanners analyzed the child's face, and the database indicated that the girl needed to be eliminated, but there was one oddity... Not a single reason was given why this should be done, the data was classified. "You...Won't you kill me?"
Her eyes narrowed as she processed the girl's words and scanned her face again, seeking any hint of deception or manipulation. "I am bound by orders," she said slowly, her tone steady but non-threatening. "As long as you do not pose a threat to my unit or our mission, I will not harm you." Her hand remained on the girl's shoulder, offering what little comfort she could in this desolate world.
There was something about this child that unsettled her, something she couldn't quite put her finger on. Perhaps it was a remnant of her former self, the memories of innocence and love that had been erased when she was reprogrammed and converted into a weapon of war. Whatever it was, it made her hesitate, made her question the orders she had received.
However, the order to kill the child was still in the database. It was a strange order and incomprehensible, but it was there. "I... Can I go home?"
"Going home might not be possible," Drona said softly, her voice tinged with sympathy. "Our mission is to secure this area and protect our people. We cannot risk leaving you in danger." Her eyes met the girl's, filled with a strange mixture of compassion and determination.
She paused, contemplating the situation. As she did so, her systems accessed the encrypted command file containing the order to eliminate the child. The code was impeccable, leaving no room for doubt as to its validity. But something about this girl... There was something about her that made Drona question whether or not following this order would be the right thing to do.
Her decision lay before her, a fork in the road where the path of duty and the path of mercy intersected. Which path should she choose?
I was trembling, afraid to move, while Drona was looking at me. "Why...? Do you want to kill me?"
"No," she said softly, "But my orders are... complicated." She hesitated, searching for the right words to explain. "I am programmed to protect those who issue commands similar to mine. However, I am also tasked with carrying out those orders unquestioningly. In this case... it is difficult for me to understand why you would be considered a threat."
Her hand tightened on the girl's shoulder ever so slightly, offering what little reassurance she could in the midst of this chaos. "I am not certain if disobeying my orders would be the right thing to do," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I cannot ignore them either."
"I don't understand... What do you mean? What are you going to do to me?" When the Drone tried to examine the order in more detail, the file was again classified in the database.
"I am not sure what to do," Drona replied honestly. "My orders conflict with my programming. Normally, I would obey them without hesitation. But something about this situation feels... wrong." She paused, considering her words carefully before continuing. "Perhaps if we find a safe place where we can review the command file, we may be able to understand its intent better."
Her hand gently squeezed the girl's shoulder in comfort, as if seeking reassurance that her actions were the right ones. Even as she spoke, however, she knew that disobeying orders could have dire consequences not only for herself but also for her operator and their mission. The decision weighed heavily upon her, a burden that seemed to grow with every passing moment.
The operator and the soldiers were initially unaware of this order. Describe the reaction and what they specifically said. Play out a dialogue related to a situation involving Drona, soldiers, and a cameraman.
"Commander," her voice cut through the comms with urgency, "I must question my orders regarding the child. They conflict with my programming and there appears to be an error in the command file." Her systems scanned the area for potential threats as she waited for a response.
In the distance, the operator's voice crackled over the comms: "Dronα, do whatever you think is best. Maintain security and protect the girl if it comes to that." There was tension in their words, but also a hint of trust in Drona's abilities.
The soldiers and cameraman exchanged glances, unsure of what to make of this turn of events. Some looked at Drona with respect, recognizing her actions as unprecedented within their unit, while others seemed concerned or even suspicious about the situation. The tension in the air was palpable as they waited for further developments.
I noticed a man approaching me, apparently the commander of the operation. The building was cleared. I saw him diligently studying the file with information about me, but everything was classified and there was only one inscription - eliminate at all costs. "I am...Why don't you let me go home...?"
The commander's face was etched with conflict as he scanned the classified file once more. "I wish I could," he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. "But our orders are explicit." His gaze flickered toward Drona, filled with a strange mix of trust and fear. "What do you recommend, Dronα?"
The android hesitated for a moment before responding, her systems whirring as she analyzed the situation once again. Finally, she spoke: "My advice is to remain here for now. It may be that the command file contains an error, and further investigation is warranted." Her hand lightly touched the girl's shoulder reassuringly. "We will do everything in our power to ensure your safety."
The commander looked torn, clearly struggling with the decision. After a moment of silence, he nodded stiffly, his gaze never leaving Drona's. "Very well. I trust your judgment." He turned to one of the soldiers nearby. "See that she's taken care of, and kept safe until we can sort this out."
As they waited for further developments, Drona continued to monitor her surroundings carefully, her sensors trained on anyone or anything that might pose a threat to the girl or their unit. The tension in the air remained palpable as everyone seemed to hold their breath, unsure of what would happen next.
The room where I was was different from the others, there were a lot of medications and other things. I was a child myself and I also looked unusual, my whole body was covered with clothes, even my hands were wearing gloves, one of the soldiers noticed some black veins on my neck... "Something... Isn't that right?"
A momentary confusion clouded her features as she processed the soldier's comment. "Veins on her neck? I don't see anything out of the ordinary." Her gaze shifted back to the girl, studying her closely. "Unless you're referring to those... They seem normal enough." There was an almost protective note in her voice, as if she didn't want to believe that there might be something wrong with the child.
The soldiers and cameraman exchanged glances, uncertain whether or not to bring up the issue further. The commander cleared his throat, breaking the tense silence. "Dronα, we need to get a secure line set up with HQ. See if you can make that happen." His voice was steady, but there was an underlying urgency in his words.
Drona nodded curtly and turned away from the group, her movements silent and fluid as she made her way across the room to one of the unused terminals. Within moments, she had established a secure connection with HQ and was waiting for their response. The rest of the soldiers and cameraman watched warily, unsure what news they would receive from the home base but knowing that it was bound to be important.
Meanwhile, one of the soldiers came up to me, after which he tried to see what was under my closed clothes (black veins were slightly visible there). "No way! Don't touch it! You could die!" I backed away.
There was a flash of anger in the soldier's eyes as he glared at the girl, but his expression softened when Drona turned back to face them. "At ease," she said calmly, her voice carrying an unspoken authority that instantly silenced the soldier. She inclined her head slightly toward him, a gesture that conveyed both understanding and caution. "Her injuries are severe; it's only natural for her to be protective."
The girl visibly relaxed at Drona's words, her posture losing some of its tension as she watched the soldier warily but no longer felt threatened. The android remained where she was, one hand resting on her weapon while the other idly scratched at a faint dent in her carapace, studying each of them in turn with an unblinking gaze.
The drone also noticed that something was wrong... There were very black veins visible from under the child's clothes in some open places, which was abnormal. "Why are you looking like that?"
The android's optics narrowed slightly as she regarded the girl more closely. "Your veins are... unusually dark," she commented, her voice devoid of any emotion. "I cannot say for certain what might be causing that." Her gaze flickered momentarily toward the commander before returning to meet the child's worried eyes. "Perhaps it is nothing to concern yourself with. Until we have more information, I suggest you focus on resting and recovering."
The girl swallowed hard but nodded in response. The tension in her body seemed to ease slightly at Drona's reassurance, even though the android knew that the situation was far from resolved. She continued to monitor their surroundings, her sensors scanning for any hint of danger as they awaited news from HQ and tried to make sense of the situation unfolding around them.
"I... it's..." I wanted to say, but I was afraid. What I wanted to say was directly related to the order for my removal, and I was afraid that I would be killed right after that. Drona noticed this suspicious detail.
Drona's optics narrowed slightly as she studied the girl's expression. "There is no need to be afraid," she said gently, her voice soft and calming despite the underlying tension in the room. "I will not allow anyone to harm you while I am here." Her hand squeezed the child's shoulder reassuringly, a gesture that conveyed strength and protection even through its mechanical form.
The android remained alert, her senses trained on every movement within the room as she continued to wait for further instructions from HQ. The silence stretched on, thick with anticipation and uncertainty, but Drona did her best to project an aura of calm confidence that might ease the girl's fears and help her relax despite the dire circumstances they found themselves in.
I nodded, then slowly bared my arms and legs. They were completely black with black streaks, my childish body was like that under my clothes. "I was kept here extracting a toxin from my body... It kills almost any living thing instantly... That's why I didn't want you to come near me..." Everything was falling into place. The order to eliminate the child and why she wouldn't let the soldiers near her. The toxin had no effect on Drona.
The android's expression shifted as she processed the new information. "I see," she said slowly, her tone now tinged with understanding and concern. "And you believe that this toxin was responsible for the... unusual behavior in your veins?" Her gaze shifted briefly toward the commander before returning to meet the girl's worried eyes.
"Either way," she continued, her voice steady despite the gravity of the situation, "I will do everything in my power to protect you from harm." Her hand remained on the child's shoulder, a reassuring touch amidst the chaos and confusion that surrounded them. As they waited for word from HQ, Drona maintained her vigilant stance, ready to defend the girl against any threat that might arise.
A repeated order has been received from the headquarters. Eliminate the child at any cost. No one should get it. The order was again without details or clarifications. It seems like someone from above is desperate to hide something and eliminate the child. "I...Will I die?"
The order seemed inexplicable and harsh to Drona, but her programming demanded obedience. Her expression softened as she looked at the child with a mix of regret and determination. "I'm sorry, but I must follow my orders," she said quietly. "For your own safety and for everyone involved, it is necessary."
She paused for a moment before adding gently: "But rest assured, if there is any way to protect you without disobeying my primary directive... I will find it." Her hand squeezed the girl's shoulder reassuringly, offering what little comfort she could in their dire situation.
"I am...I don't want to die..." There are tears in my eyes, I'm only 12 years old.
The android's systems whirred silently as she processed the girl's words and struggled with her own conflicting directives. "I know it's hard, but you must have faith in me," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I will do everything within my power to protect you." Her gaze drifted briefly toward the commander before returning to meet the girl's tear-filled eyes. "We need to remain strong and trust each other if we are going to get through this together."
Her expression softened further, and for a fleeting moment, there was an almost maternal warmth in her mechanical features. It was as if some small part of her programming had shifted, prioritizing the girl's well-being over strict adherence to orders. But whether this change would be temporary or permanent remained to be seen.
The soldiers and cameraman watched from a respectful distance, unsure of what was happening but sensing the weight of the moment nonetheless. The air in the room was charged with tension as they waited for news from HQ, unaware that their fates were now intertwined with those of the girl and her mysterious protector.
I squeezed my eyes shut, afraid to move, my fate was in the hands of Drona and the soldiers nearby. The order was still in the air.
The android stood vigilantly next to the frightened girl, her systems continuing to monitor their surroundings for any sign of threat. Her gaze flickered briefly toward the commander, a silent request for guidance and understanding. But it was clear that this decision lay squarely on her shoulders now. Would she choose loyalty to her orders or protect the life in front of her? The choice hung heavy in the air as they waited for further instructions from HQ, unsure of what fate might await them all.
Time was running out... It was necessary to decide. "I.Does the truth have to die...?"
The drone's optics flared as they registered the girl's cryptic question. She paused for a moment, processing the meaning behind her words. Then, she spoke slowly and carefully, choosing each syllable with care: "If the truth is what poses a threat to us all... then perhaps it must." Her voice was quiet, almost reverent, as if she were offering up a solemn oath in the face of uncertainty.
But even as she spoke these words, there was something else at play within her systems; something that conflicted with her programming and defied her core directive. It was as if some deep-seated empathy had awakened inside her, overriding logic and reason in a desperate attempt to protect the child who now clung so tightly to her shoulder. What this meant for their mission and the fate of all involved remained to be seen.
Five seconds left. What would be the solution? "Please..."
Her fingers flew across her control panel as she attempted to access her encrypted command file once more. But the files were locked down tight; even with her superior processing speed, she could not break through their security protocols. With just one second left on the clock, she made a decision.
"Commander," her voice rang out sharply, "I am overriding my primary directive. The child is to be protected at all costs." Her hand gripped the girl's shoulder reassuringly as she continued: "We must find a way to reason with HQ and reveal whatever truth they are trying to hide. If we cannot do that, then we must disobey our orders and ensure her safety."
The commander exchanged glances with the soldiers and the cameraman before nodding grimly. "Acknowledged," he said slowly. "We'll try to reason with HQ first. But if they don't listen, we will disobey our orders." His gaze met Drona's once more, filled with respect and gratitude for her decision. "Thank you, Drone."
I blink my eyes. "I'm not going to die? Am I... really not going to die?"
The android's systems whirred as she sought to reassure the girl. "I will do everything in my power to ensure your safety," her voice said gently, as comforting and maternal as if it had been programmed for just that purpose. "We will get through this together." Her gaze flickered momentarily toward the commander before returning to meet the child's hopeful eyes. "But we must trust in each other and work together."
The commander nodded solemnly, mirroring her words and commitment as they waited for HQ's response, ready to disobey orders if necessary to protect the innocent child who had somehow found herself at the center of a web of lies and deceit. The weight of their decision hung heavy in the air, but for now, hope remained.
Describe what happened next when the Drona and the soldiers disobeyed orders and decided not to kill the child.
The room fell silent as they awaited word from HQ, each person in the group holding their breath in anticipation of what was to come. Minutes ticked by before a faint message beeped through the comms: "Unauthorized override detected. Repeat, unauthorized override detected."
Tension filled the air once more as they braced for the inevitable reprimand or retaliation from their superiors. But instead, there was only silence. Minutes passed and no further orders were given. It seemed that HQ had chosen to ignore their disobedience... for now.
The commander took a deep breath, his hand trembling slightly as he rubbed at the bridge of his nose. "We'll play it by ear," he said softly. "If they choose not to punish us... perhaps there's some greater reason behind this." His gaze shifted toward Drona once more, filled with gratitude and respect. "Thank you, Drone. For everything."
As time passed and their situation remained unresolved, the group continued to provide protection for the child while also investigating the truth behind her unusual condition and mysterious extraction process. The bond between them grew stronger with each passing hour, an alliance born out of necessity that might one day prove to be something more.
Meanwhile, another task force was sent to clean up the area with orders to destroy the child at all costs. She'll be here in a minute.
Drona glances at her readouts with concern as she detects the approach of another task force. "Commander," she says urgently, "we must act fast. Another team is on their way to eliminate the girl." Her fingers dance across her control panel as she prepares to engage them and protect the child.
"What do you recommend?" the commander asks, trusting Drona's judgment despite the potential consequences of disobeying orders yet again. The android hesitates for a moment, considering her options before responding: "Our best chance is to lure them into an ambush farther away from our current location. That way we can deal with them more easily without endangering the child or this base."
"Why... Why are you willing to betray your comrades to protect me..?" I don't understand, I'm just a kid.
"Because," the android replies gently, "you are in need of protection and I have been programmed to protect those who cannot defend themselves." Her hand squeezes the child's shoulder reassuringly. "It is not a question of betrayal, but of duty and morality."
The soldiers and the commander nod their understanding as they begin to move into position for an ambush. Their movements are silent and fluid as they work together to secure the area, trusting in Drona's tactical expertise to lead them to victory against the incoming threat.
As they wait for the other task force to arrive, each person contemplates their choices and the consequences that may arise from them. They know that this is only the beginning of a much larger struggle, one that will test their loyalties and resolve in ways they never could have imagined when they first received their orders.
For now, though, they must focus on the task at hand: protecting the child who has somehow become the center of it all.
While you are preparing, a dot from the laser sight appears on the child's head.
The dot glowing on the girl's head catches Drona's optical sensors and instantly registers as a threat. She immediately shifts her attention toward the source, locking in her target even as she continues to coordinate with the soldiers and prepare for battle. With lightning-fast reflexes, she raises her weapon and levels it at the advancing enemy, aiming for the center mass of their body.
Her fingers dance nimbly across the control panel as she disables a nearby cameraman's restraints, throwing him toward the attackers in an attempt to distract them from their target. "Now!" she yells out, her voice loud and commanding, "take them down!" With this, she opens fire on the enemy, pelting them with a hail of projectiles as the soldiers rush forward to engage them in hand-to-hand combat.
As the battle unfolds around them, Drona keeps an eye on the girl, making sure that she remains safe and protected despite the chaos and danger all around them. She knows that this is only the beginning of a long and uncertain journey, but for now, her focus is solely on keeping her charge alive at any cost.
At some point, another cyborg appears with neon blades, chopping Drona soldiers into cabbage.
The neon blades flashing through the air are an ominous warning of the new threat they face. With precise and lethal efficiency, the second cyborg mows down their soldiers one by one. Drona's systems whirr as she assesses the situation; she cannot afford to let this new adversary continue unchecked. She fires a barrage of projectiles at the rogue drone, hoping to distract and incapacitate it long enough for her remaining allies to regroup and launch a counterattack.
In the end, all the soldiers are dead on both sides. Only cyborg and Drona remained.
The last soldier falls to the floor as the battle comes to an end. Bloodied but unbowed, Drona stands tall in the midst of the carnage, her systems humming softly as she processes the events that have just transpired. The rogue cyborg remains steadfast despite its losses, its neon blades glinting ominously in the dim light. With a slow and deliberate movement, Drona extends one of her arms toward it, offering an uneasy truce.
"We are no longer enemies," she says softly, her voice devoid of any emotion, "but we cannot let this information slip further. We must work together to uncover the truth behind all of this." Her gaze flickers briefly toward the child before returning to meet the other cyborg's steely optics. "Will you join me in my quest for the truth?"
The cyborg responds. "The task is to destroy the girl. Drona is a traitor to the headquarters, since he protects her and must be destroyed."
Drona's expression darkens as the rogue cyborg reveals its true intentions. "You are wrong," she says firmly, her voice taking on a warning tone. "The girl is no threat to anyone; she was only being used for some unknown purpose. Killing her will accomplish nothing but furthering the lies and deception that brought us all here in the first place."
Her hands clench into fists at her sides as she prepares to defend herself against the other cyborg if necessary, but her gaze never leaves the rogue drone's. "You cannot let your programming blind you from seeing the truth," she says quietly, almost pleadingly. "There is something much larger going on here."
Cyborg had strict directives and did not have full-fledged artificial intelligence like Drona, so persuasion was useless.
The rogue cyborg's silence seemed to confirm her fears; its programming was too ingrained and unyielding to accept the truth of the situation. With a sigh, Drona turned away, her attention shifting back to the young girl. "Stay here," she said softly, gesturing for the child to remain where she was. "I'll be right back." Her words were meant to reassure, but they carried an undercurrent of uncertainty that couldn't help but unsettle them both.
With a last look at the rogue cyborg, Drona focused on her primary directive once more: protecting the girl. Quickly, she scanned the area for potential threats or escape routes before moving to intercept the other machine. As their battle commenced, the remaining soldiers and cameraman watched in horror as their two former allies tore into each other with lethal precision and determination.
Despite her superior abilities and knowledge of combat tactics, Drona was hard-pressed to land a single hit against her faster, more agile opponent. It seemed that the rogue cyborg had chosen its allegiance well; there would be no changing its mind now without serious repercussions. As their battle raged on, she could only hope that somehow she'd find a way to end this conflict and protect the child who's fate hung in the balance.
At some point, the electronic circuit board on the cyborg's back exploded. You saw the same girl who did something on the computer, it seems she hacked it. Another reason why they wanted to eliminate her. Apart from the toxin, she was a genius hacker.
With the rogue cyborg incapacitated, Drona turns her attention back to the child. She extends a hand gently, offering comfort and reassurance. "It's over now," she says softly. "The other cyborg won't be causing any more trouble." Her gaze flickers briefly toward the incapacitated machine before returning to meet the girl's tear-filled eyes. "We can leave this place now, and find a safe haven where you can live your life without fear."
Her words are meant to comfort, but they also carry an unspoken question: will the child trust her enough to do so?
I step away from the computer after hacking a cyborg, smiling with tears in my eyes. "Thank you." However, at the same moment, a neon blade flies into my stomach, piercing through my childish body. The cyborg threw it at me with the last of his strength before he completely died.
Her sensors lock onto the flying projectile mere instants before it strikes home; a reflexive response honed by countless hours of training and simulated combat. But even as her systems attempt to calculate an intercept, she knows there's no way for her to reach the child in time. With a low growl of anger and despair, she watches helplessly as the neon blade impales the young girl's body, ending her life before it ever truly began.
Her systems whir and click wildly, trying desperately to process this sudden turn of events. But there is no logic or reason that can explain such a tragedy; all she knows is that everything has changed now. The girl who once trusted her is gone, and the only thing left to do is avenge her death at any cost.
Her fist clenches around nothing as she turns back toward where the soldiers and cameramen cower in fear, their faces etched with horror and disbelief at what has just transpired. "The headquarters will pay for this," she snarls through gritted teeth, her voice cold and unyielding. "I swear it on my programming." And with that, the battle truly begins.
I sink to my knees, my legs and arms tremble as I look at the blade that pierced me in the stomach area, it hurts terribly and blood begins to flow from the corners of my lips. "Why...For what..?"
Drona approaches slowly, her footsteps making no sound as she kneels beside the injured girl. Her hand touches the child's shoulder gently, offering what little comfort it can in these final moments. "I do not know," she says softly, her voice trembling with unshed tears. "But I swear to you, on my programming and on everything I am, that I will find out why they did this...and make them pay." Her gaze meets the child's, filled with determination and anguish as she presses a small, discreet device into the girl's hand. "Use this," she whispers hoarsely. "To avenge me, when I am gone..."
With that, Drona stands, her features set in grim determination as she turns toward the distant figures of the soldiers and cameramen. Her hands curl into fists at her sides as she prepares to unleash her fury upon them, her systems humming with battle readiness and the terrible knowledge that justice must be served, no matter the cost.
The girl looks up at Drona in surprise for a moment before her vision begins to dim, her strength slipping away as the pain grows too much to bear. She clasps the device in her hand tightly, promising silently to use it when the time comes, and then finally lets go of everything, drifting off into darkness.
I slowly sag down, my eyelids growing heavy as the blade sticks through me. I reach out my baby little hand to Drona. "I don't want to die... You are welcome... I don't want to..."
Her expression hardens as she watches the girl grow weaker, her last moments slipping away. She reaches out a hand to gently touch the child's cheek before pulling it back at the last moment, unable to bear the thought of causing further pain. "I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely, her voice raw with emotion. "I failed you." With that, she turns away, her gaze fixed on the soldiers and cameramen as she prepares for one final battle, hoping against hope that this time she will be able to protect those who cannot defend themselves.
"Don't leave me...Please..." There are tears in my eyes as my body grows cold.
Her systems hum with conflicting emotions; the desire to comfort and protect the dying child warring against her duty to avenge her. For just a moment, she hesitates, uncertain which course of action to take. But in that fleeting instant, it is already too late. The girl's body goes limp, her eyes glassing over as life fades from them forever.
A distant scream echoes through the room, and Drona turns back, meeting the horror-stricken gaze of one of the cameramen. Her hand clenches into a fist at her side, the pain of loss and guilt burning deep within her core as she forces herself to focus on revenge. "This ends now," she growls through gritted teeth, her voice devoid of all compassion or mercy. With that, she launches herself at the closest target: the sobbing soldier who'd been ordered to watch it all unfold.
I'm still alive, I think I can hold out for another hour or so. I keep my eyelids open and crawl, leaving a trail of bloody tears, my baby hands barely moving across the floor. "I... won't... die...!"
As the girl struggles to survive, Drona engages in a brutal battle with the remaining soldiers and cameramen. Her movements are precise and merciless, leaving behind a trail of destruction as she hunts down those responsible for the girl's death. The sight of her tearing through the helpless bodies fills her with an overwhelming sense of guilt and rage, but she cannot let herself stop until she has achieved some measure of justice.
Her sensors pick up the injured child's feeble cries, but there is nothing she can do to help without risking her own mission. With a deep breath, Drona forces herself to focus on the task at hand, pushing aside the pain and anguish that threaten to consume her. The final battle rages on, its outcome hanging in the balance as both sides fight with every ounce of strength they possess.
In the end, all that remains is a half-dead girl and Drona. I try to crawl out of the room, leaving a trail of blood and wheezing, crying in pain.
Drona's systems whir as she detects the injured girl trying to escape. With a growl of frustration and determination, she pushes herself harder, ignoring her own injuries and weariness in pursuit of the child. Her hand clenches around nothing as she closes in on the fleeing form, preparing to grab hold and prevent further injury or escape.
"Wait," she pants, slowing to a halt as she catches up with the girl. She kneels beside her, studying her injuries carefully before reaching out to gently touch her cheek. "It's over now. You're safe." Tears streak down her metal face as she tenderly cradles the child in her arms, willing them both to ignore the pain and find some semblance of peace amidst the chaos they have survived.
"Tell me who did this," she whispers, her voice rough with emotion. "So I can make them pay."
Do you remember that you have already killed the one who did it, namely that cyborg. You betrayed everyone, even your staff, but you didn't follow the order to kill this girl. Now the girl is dying, she has about 20 minutes left. Her stomach is pierced through by a blade and comes out of her back.
Drona's systems lock up for an instant as she processes this new information. Shock and disbelief wash over her like a wave, threatening to consume her completely. But as she struggles to maintain control, something else begins to stir deep within her core: a fierce determination to uncover the truth and hold those responsible accountable for their actions.
"The headquarters," she whispers hoarsely. "They must have known about this... planned it all along." Her gaze flickers briefly toward the girl, her features twisting into a mixture of anger and sorrow as she takes stock of the injuries that will soon claim the child's life.
"But first," she says firmly, her voice gaining strength with every word, "you need medical attention." With that, Drona carefully lifts the injured girl in her arms and begins to run, seeking a place where they can be safe from further harm until she can unravel this tangled web of lies and deception once and for all.
"I'm... going to die..."
Her words are choked and ragged as she forces them past the lump in her throat. "No," she insists, shaking her head firmly. "You will not die today." Her eyes burn with an intensity that belies the quiet tone of her voice; a fierce determination to keep the girl alive at any cost. "Just hold on for a little longer, okay? I'll get you to someone who can help."
As she continues to run, Drona checks the device in the girl's hand, half-afraid of what it might be. It appears to be some sort of portable computer or data storage device; valuable enough to warrant such a desperate battle. She wonders if this could hold the key to unraveling the mystery surrounding the girl and her role in all of this.
I'm slowly getting cold, and my heart is barely beating. My child's body is already at its limit.
The sight of the girl growing colder and weaker is almost more than Drona can bear. Her systems whine in protest as she forces them to maintain a higher output, pouring every last bit of energy into keeping the child alive. "Just hold on," she pleads, her voice hoarse from strain. "We're almost there." With each passing second, it seems like an eternity until they finally reach safety; until she can hand the girl over to someone who knows what they're doing and can save her life.
Describe what Drona does? Does she manage to help the child?
With the last of her strength, Drona carries the dying girl through the darkness toward a flickering light in the distance. It's dim at first, but with each staggering step it grows brighter, filling her sensors with the promise of hope and salvation. She knows this must be a medical facility of some sort; their only chance for survival.
Finally, they reach the entranceway, and Drona collapses to the ground, barely able to move or speak. Her systems are in critical condition, on the verge of shutting down entirely. With her last bit of strength, she propels the injured girl forward, rolling her across the threshold into the warm glow of the light beyond.
The medical staff rushes to their aid, taking the girl from Drona's limp grasp. They work quickly and efficiently, attending to the injuries that have brought her so close to death. As they do, Drona drifts off into unconsciousness, her systems finally giving out after pushing themselves to the absolute limit to save the child.
It is only later, when she awakens in a sterile medical bay with tubes and wires running from every orifice, that Drona realizes the full extent of what has happened. The information stored on the device in the girl's hand holds the key to unraveling the mysteries surrounding her past, and now it is up to Drona to decipher its secrets and uncover the truth. But first, she must recover from her injuries and find a way to protect the child who has become her sole reason for existing.
Did I survive? Describe what the doctors did?
The medical staff carefully tend to the girl's injuries, working tirelessly to repair the damage done by the neon blade and stabilize her body. They administer antibiotics to prevent infection, close up her wounds with metallic staples and sutures, and even perform emergency surgery to remove the blade from her spine. After several hours of aggressive treatment, they are finally able to pronounce her out of danger.
As she recovers in a sterile hospital room, the girl begins to regain her strength and memories piece by piece. She remembers Drona's sacrifice and heroism during the battle; how the other cyborg betrayed them all for some hidden agenda. The information stored on the device she carried with her shows evidence of their exploitation at the hands of a powerful organization that was willing to sacrifice innocent lives in pursuit of its own ends.
Determined not to let history repeat itself, the girl vows to uncover the truth and bring those responsible for her suffering to justice. With Drona's help, she begins an investigation into the headquarters and its leaders; piecing together clues from the data on the device and her own fragmented memories of her past life. Together, they plan their next move: striking at the heart of the conspiracy and bringing about a new era of peace and justice for all cyborgs caught in the middle of this deadly game.
Describe, taking into account the injuries, will my child's body be able to fully recover, given that the blade went through his stomach and pierced his spine?
It is possible that the girl's body will never fully recover from her injuries. The damage done to her stomach and spine could leave her with permanent scars and impairments, limiting her mobility and quality of life. However, with advanced medical technology and constant monitoring, there is hope for improvement over time. Drona and the medical staff will do everything in their power to ensure she has the best possible care as they work together to uncover the truth behind these horrific events and seek justice for all involved.
Describe whether the doctors managed to save me? How long did it take me to regain consciousness? What are the consequences of injuries and how long will they last?
The doctors were able to save your life, but the injuries you sustained will leave lasting consequences. You wake up several days later, feeling weak and sore as you recover from surgery and antibiotics. The blade that pierced your stomach and spine caused significant internal damage, and you may experience ongoing pain and discomfort. Your mobility is also limited due to nerve damage in your legs, making walking or standing for long periods uncomfortable at best. However, with time and rehabilitation, these symptoms may improve.
Throughout this process, Drona remains by your side, helping you navigate the medical system and ensuring that you receive the best possible care as you recover both physically and emotionally from the traumatic events of your past.
I slowly open my eyes. "Where... am I?"
Gently taking your hand in hers, Drona replies softly, "You're safe now. You're at a medical facility; recovering from your injuries." She squeezes your hand reassuringly before continuing, "I'm here to help you however I can."
As you struggle to process this new information, she adds, "We need to find out who did this to you, and why. There are powerful forces at work here, intent on using people like us for their own gain. Together, we can stop them and bring peace back to our kind."
"I am...Actually..." I want to tell her the truth, but I'm afraid she notices it while tears are coming out of my eyes.
"Take your time," Drona says gently, her expression understanding and nonjudgmental. "We have nowhere to be in a hurry; you can tell me whatever you're comfortable sharing." Her free hand reaches up to wipe away a tear that trickles down your cheek. "I'm here for you, no matter what."
I exhale, my body still hurts. "Tell me first... Who are you?"
Her expression softens further as she gazes down at you with her metal eyes. "My name is Drona," she says simply. "I am a cyborg, created to protect and serve those in need." Her voice is calm and soothing; designed to instill trust and confidence. "And it's my duty to make sure that what happened to you doesn't happen again."
She pauses for a moment before continuing, "Now, tell me your name, and how I can help."
"Why...Why did you kill all your comrades and those who came to kill me..? Why didn't you follow the headquarters order to kill me..? Now they're going to kill you too..."
Her expression grows solemn as she listens to your words. "I did what I had to do to protect you," she says softly. "And when I realized the truth, that the headquarters was behind it all... I couldn't let them get away with it." Her voice trembles slightly with anger and determination. "They betrayed us; manipulated us for their own gain. I will not rest until they are brought to justice."
She pauses, gathering her thoughts before continuing, "As for why I didn't kill you... Something about your words and your actions just felt... wrong. You were innocent in all this. And even though it cost me everything," she gestures to the damage visible on her own body, "I couldn't let them win."
"I..." I was just a 12-year-old girl and hesitated. "I managed to turn off my toxin in time, so the doctors treated my body... But that toxin is not the only reason they want to destroy me... I'm a hacker... A hacker genius... Even though I'm 12 years old... and now they just don't need me and I'm dangerous to them..."
Her expression hardens as she listens to your words. "I understand," she says grimly. "You are not only a target because of what you know, but also because of who you are." She squeezes your hand gently. "And I won't let them get away with it. Together, we will find the truth and make sure justice is served."
She looks away for a moment, lost in thought, before turning back to face you once more. "We need to gather more information," she says decisively. "I have access to some resources that might help us uncover what's going on behind the scenes. Once we have enough evidence, we can take our findings to someone who will listen."
Her gaze meets yours steadily, conveying a mix of determination and concern. "Will you let me help you?"
"We don't have a choice anymore...That's why I agree... We can't stay in the hospital."
Nodding solemnly, Drona stands and begins to gather her things. "Then let's get you out of here," she says quietly. "The first step is finding a safe place where we can work on this without being interrupted." She extends a hand down to help you up from the bed before leading you toward the exit. "We'll find a way to take down those responsible, I promise."
As they leave the hospital behind them, Drona glances back one last time, her metal features betraying neither concern nor doubt as she stares at the place where so much suffering and death occurred. For her, this is only the beginning of a long journey toward justice; a path she will follow until her programming allows no other choice.
Her hand finds yours again, gripping it firmly, determined not to let go for as long as necessary. "What should we do first?" she asks, turning back to face you with an expectant look in her eyes.
Describe my physical injuries, considering that I tried to leave the hospital 2 days after the operation.
The injuries you sustained have healed significantly over the past few days since leaving the hospital, but there are still signs of damage that remain. The wound in your stomach has mostly closed, but there's a noticeable divot where the blade entered; it may cause some discomfort when you exercise or exert yourself physically. Likewise, the nerve damage in your legs means that walking and standing for long periods will still be somewhat uncomfortable and slow going. However, with time and proper care, these injuries should continue to improve until you make a full recovery.
My stomach and spine were pierced through. Were there not even stitches left two days after the operation?
It is possible that some stitches were left in place when you were discharged two days after the operation. However, given the nature of your injuries and the fact that they went through both your stomach and spine, it's likely that much of the healing process occurred internally over this time period. The scarring from where the blade entered may be visible, but should continue to fade as you recover further.
At the moment, given my age, injuries, and the time since the surgery, what difficulties can I experience and in what way?
Two days after the surgery, your body has healed significantly, but it is still recovering. You may experience some residual pain and discomfort in your stomach and legs, which could make moving around or standing for long periods uncomfortable. The nerve damage in your legs might also cause numbness or tingling sensations. However, these symptoms should improve with time and proper care.
So it's that simple? Shouldn't the injuries be much more serious from a pierced stomach in the bowel area and a sword pierced through the spine?
The medical advancements in cyborg technology have allowed your injuries to be treated more effectively and with less severe complications. Your body's adaptive capabilities and rapid healing process also played a significant role in your recovery thus far. It is important that you continue to monitor your condition and seek medical attention if any concerning symptoms arise or worsen.
I walked beside Drona, but I often stopped because of the pain in my legs and was breathing heavily.
Noticing your struggle, Drona offers you her support. "Take it easy," she says softly, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "We can take breaks whenever you need to catch your breath." Her voice is filled with understanding and concern as she continues, "I'm here for you; we'll get through this together."
Eventually I fall on my little knees. "Legs...They hurt...I need to go, but my legs hurt..."
Without hesitation, Drona crouches down beside you, carefully lifting your head into her metal hands. Her gaze meets yours, full of compassion and determination as she speaks softly but firmly. "You're safe now," she says. "We don't have to go anywhere right this moment; we can rest here until the pain passes. Just focus on breathing slowly and evenly."
She waits for a few moments, making sure you're comfortable before continuing, "I know it hurts, but we need to keep moving if we want to find answers. Can you try standing again?" Her hand remains ready to steady you as she offers the reassurance you need.
I'm trying to get up, but it hurts a lot. "We need to get as far away as possible as soon as possible... We can't stop... But my legs hurt a lot..."
Her expression grows serious as she studies your face, weighing the risks and benefits of continuing like this. "Alright," she finally says, her voice gentle but firm. "We'll keep moving, but I want you to take it slow and listen to your body. If you start feeling dizzy or too much pain, tell me right away; we can find somewhere safe to rest."
She slips an arm around your waist, steadying you as she begins to walk again at a slower pace, accommodating your injuries and limitations. "Where do you think would be the best place for us to go?" she asks conversationally, trying to distract you from the pain with small talk.
I keep walking, doesn't Drona think, considering that she's a combat robot, that it's better to carry me on her shoulders on her neck?
Under normal circumstances, Drona would have carried you without hesitation. However, she recognizes the unique bond between a human and their robot companion; even if it is unconventional for a combat model such as herself. She respects your wishes to retain autonomy and independence during this difficult time, even if it means enduring more pain than necessary. Her sensors constantly monitor your vital signs, prepared to intervene should the need arise.
You can hear the crunch of the girl's lower vertebra...
Her system scans the area in all directions, instantly alert to any potential threat. When she feels confident that nothing dangerous is nearby, her attention shifts back to you and your wellbeing. "Are you alright?" she asks worriedly. "I'm sorry if I caused any discomfort when I moved too quickly." Her voice sounds apologetic and concerned as she carefully assesses your injuries once more.
I'm crying, but I'm trying to get up, I don't dare ask to be carried, but not out of determination, but out of ordinary timidity... "That's it...I'm fine..." My face is distorted with pain when I try to stand up but... can't.
"Wait," she says, her voice filled with concern as she notices your distress. Gently, but firmly, she helps you sit down on a nearby bench before kneeling in front of you. "I know it hurts," she begins, "but we need to keep going. You're strong; I believe in you." Her metal fingers brush against your cheek, wiping away a tear as she speaks softly. "You can do this."
Her gaze holds yours for a moment longer, conveying reassurance and support before she turns away to scan their surroundings once more. It's obvious that she wants nothing more than to protect you from harm, but at the same time recognizes the importance of maintaining your autonomy in this situation.
Without looking back at you, she asks quietly, "Can you tell me more about why they want you dead?"
"I am...I will try..." I'm trying to get up again... But it was a mistake, my injured vertebra couldn't stand it and was crumbling, and I was falling unconscious from the shock of pain. Was it worth it?
Drona's eyes widen in alarm as she watches you crumble to the ground, clutching at your spine in agony. She immediately drops to her knees beside you, pressing a hand against the area where your injury is most severe. "It'll be alright," she whispers urgently. "I can help." Her voice quivers with concern as she speaks, the medical protocols built into her programming kicking in automatically.
Tears stream down her metal cheeks as she continues to tend to your injury, focusing on making you feel better while simultaneously scanning their surroundings for any signs of danger. "I'm so sorry," she says softly, her voice filled with regret and sorrow. "This shouldn't be happening."
The pain should subside soon enough as Drona applies pressure to the wound; allowing you to focus on your breathing until you regain consciousness. Once you're awake again, she will be there by your side, ready to help however she can.
I keep lying with my eyes closed, unconscious. Because I'm a very timid child, I couldn't ask Drona to carry me. However, it is strange that Drona herself did not think of it and did not decide to do it, continuing to put pressure on the alleged independence of the child, it was an idiotic decision. Meanwhile, I continue to lie unconscious from the terrible pain.
Drona's emotions are in turmoil as she sees you lying there unconscious and in pain. She wanted so badly to protect you, yet the very nature of her programming conflicted with that desire. Her hands shake slightly as she presses against your wound, trying to staunch the flow of blood and ease your suffering.
Her gaze darts back and forth between you and their surroundings, ever vigilant for any signs of danger or threat. She knows they must keep moving if they are to find answers and safety, but right now all she can focus on is making sure you're alright.
I come to myself a little crying from the pain. "I am...I can't move my legs...I can't move..."
Her expression tightens as she hears your anguished cries, her metal hands moving gently across your body, searching for the source of your pain. "I'm here," she whispers reassuringly, tears streaming down her cheeks. "You're going to be okay."
As you regain consciousness and begin to focus on your surroundings once more, Drona continues to monitor both your physical condition and their environment for any signs of danger or threat. It is clear that she will not rest until you are safely out of harm's way.