AL14. Eng END (4th part)

I didn't understand it in the beginning. Suddenly, a metallic and vibrant voice, like its sonorous box was old or damaged, sound in the room.
-Huuurt... Roob... Diaane... Att.. attack... Aaalia... Yooou... Baaad... Iii.. Hee... heelp...
Finn! Finn was still there, and he had been waiting to help me. He knew he was too slow to interpose in our fight, so he had waitted for his moment, holding my gun between his rusty hands. I felt how he came closer and how he removed the clon's corpse from above me. I saw then his bright  little body moving around my head, until he finally found the botton which immobilized me and he pressed it. I felt the strenght flooding my tips again, like a torrent, and my body was full of energy then. I got up slowly to not destabilize me and I looked at Finn. The little robot, although the shredded appearance which was confered by the old pieces he was consisted of, seemed really cute for me. So that was the improvement Rob had done... He could speak. He could express the awareness we didn't know he had. Rob was able to create a machine capable of reasoning, even feeling, with the old pieces of a time-ago-forgotten factory. He was a genius. He was... He..
For the first time in my life, I wanted to cry. I hugged Finn strongly and I let my body to convulse in nonexistent in a physical way tears. I cried, in my way, for Diane, the first person who had loved me even when I was a machine and who had made me feel emotions, who had turned me, in any way, human. For Rob, for his smile, which gladded my life, for his revolutionary thoughts and for his spirit of improve day by day; for the genius' mind which didn't come to see the result of his work. For Elijah, the true one, who could never enjoy the freedom we had, or thought we had, for a while; because he was the first one who died and we never realized... And for all those people I had killed during my life as a cleaner, people with unknown past and forgotten face, with hard circumstances and undeserved destiny.
In thar moment, I made a decision. If the powerful ones hac created a world like this, if they had never considered as humans the machines they had created as their image and likeness, thinking they were gods on the earth; if they had forgotten they were one more, and not one superior, in the world they had inherited, if they had even forgotten the ones who were their like had rights and they couldn't sacrifice them when they wanted to, like they were just broken toys; then, I would make them know how wrong they were.
And I would start by the ones who had snatch everything from me.
That's why I was in the factory where I was built. I entered with the workers in the sector where I had been created early in the morning, not striving too much to hide myself, my human appearence didn't differentiate me from them. I knew that part of the building, and moreover, it was the part where what I was looking for was. My aim was pretty clear: the bosses of the company, the thinking minds who had decided to make me as I was, the ones who had considered then I was defective, who had ordered to remove all the ones who were like me, and whose proud didn't let three fugitives to escape.
I swear I didn't want to kill someone inocent, and I considered like thar the scientists, engineers, mechanics and security guards who worked there, who just comply the things other people ordered to them.
But as everything in my life, things sprained.
I walked on the sly to the business area. In one of the closets I took a lab coat and a folder with a lot of papers. I was going to say the work I was doing needed a immediate supervision. But, suddenly, the alarms sounded. The emergency lights started to blink, violently, and the megaphone announced about an intruder's presence. I don't know how, they had discovered me.
I heard the guards run throught the corridors, and I did the same. I looked desperately a place where I can hide from them and also from the lights and sounds which attacked and destabilized my systems. They knew the intruder wasn't humen, that's for sure.
I entered in a small room, I thought it was a broom closet. I didn't expect what I found there. The small screen of the room show me a list. I dared to read. There were names. The majority of them had a cross by their side. Curiosity won the battle, that curiosity which was born after my last improvement. None of them told me something. I advanced in the list with the finger, until I saw them. Diane, Elijah, Rob. They three were accompanied by a cross. I felt sadness invading me again. I swiped my finger over the name of Diane, caressing if fondly, and the screen activated. It showed me photos of her, of her childhood, of her family, of her relationship with her children's father, of the kids... When the pictures ended, it appeared signboard which said "DISPENSABLE". The word flooded my mind for a moment. Dispensable... So that was what this room was, a surveillance room. From here they decided the cleaners' objectives... They saw their lifes and they judged if they would be useful for the city or not.
Anger started to replace the sadness little by little. So there was someone capable of mark other people as objectives. After seeing how much they had fight and suffer during their years of life, he decided without problem or remorse they didn't deserve more time. I felt fury inside me, and the needed of know. Why? Why ended with people who, in the end, weren't a problem? Why so much effort to find them and end with them?
And then I understood. Parts of my body were human. My skin was formed by alive cells, and it was traveled by veins and arteries. My eyes, altough improved, were natural. My hair grew.
And it wasn't just me. It wasn't just the machines with human appearence. In the hospitals there were never a lack of organs for those people who needed it and could afford it. There were never a lack of healthy tissues to replace other which where damaged. There weren't even a lack of eyes for those powerful people whose iris weren't of the colour they wanted.
That was the mission of the cleaners. It wasn't just to clean the city of the human trash. We were in charge to kill in the fastest way possible, but the way deppended on the person and the moment. Sometimes, a shot in the head, in other circumstances, in the heart; if it was possible, drowing the victim. Everything deppended on the tissues which were profitable in that person, and the supply and demand when the job was done. They didn't want painless deaths, they wanted deaths which didn't hurt the desired body. And because of that they didn't let a youg woman and two kids to escape. They had been patient, because they had bodies enough to profite materials, but they weren't going to give up to three nice raw materials.
I think fourious was short to say. I was choleric, alienated. And destabilized. The alarms had strained in my head and they increased the strenght of my powerfull feelings. And I decided noone deserved to live there. Neither the bosses who decide, neither the scientists who collaborate, neither the guards who protect. They all knew what was going on, and nobody did something to stop it.
In that moment I didn't think a lot of those people were conscious if they didn't do that, they would probably be marked as dispensable too. In that moment I didn't think, to be honest. I couldn't. I just could act.
I went out from the room like a bullet, with my guns in my hands. I ran and shot in every direction. The guards lunged against me, but I didn't care. They attacked me with all kind of weapons within his grasp, but int the end I was a combat unit. I got rid of everyone who lunged against me easily, I ended with the ones who shot me from the distance without problems. I walked through corridors and I went in the labs, where it was even easier to end with the people who were inside of them. And I continued killing, prey of the adrenalin I'm not sure I have.
Until I heard the alarms changing. Their sound became shriller and continuos, and the lights turned off. I knew what was that signal: they were evicting the building. The people who were alive, who were a lot, ran out. Then I realized  that, under the influence of my killer insctint, I had gone to the higher floors. They had wait for me to be there to make people go out. It didn't take me too much time to know why.
Suddenly, something exploded above my head, and then something else. People didn't finish to go out, but they had started the demolition. They want to sink the building. They had realized they couldn't go closer to me and be still alive, so they hoped the collapse to do the work to end with me.
The common sense came back to me. Quickly I forgot my needed of revenge and I tried to find a exit. I guessed the rest of the sectors weren't being collapsed, at least by that moment.
I went downstairs as fast as I could, because I had to arrive to the fifth floor to go to the next sector. While I was descending I was conscious of what I had done, but I wasn't able to repent. I couldn't forget Diane. I couldn't forget I had seen her whole life, her sacrifices, and despite of everything someone had considered she was dispensable.
The ceiling trembled above my head. There weren't more explosions, but there were demolition vibration systems. They had started to work in the higher floors and they were going down at the same speed than me. I ran as much as I could. I wasn't going to arrive, I wasn't going to get it...
Eighth floor. The floor started to tremble too. The sensors activated faster than I ran downstairs. Seventh floor. A piece of a tile from the higher floor almost hit me in my head. Sixth floor. The floor sinked under my weight and I felt... To the fifth floor. I ran to the door which separated the sectors and I threw myself against it, hoping it to be open...
Next sector. I did it. I did it!
But my happiness didn't last for too long. That zone wasn't being demolished, but it didn't delay too much. I saw myself running again, going downstairs, trying to arrive to the exit...
I finally arrive to the ground floor. I had never been there, it seemed to be a maze and I didn't know where the exit was. I heard the building overthrowing above me. I saw how the ceiling started to tremble again. My despair increased. Come on, come on, I had to find the exit...
The higher floor gave in. The forniture which was there came agaisnt me, I tried to cover myself with my arms, knowing it was going to be useless. Something hit me in my head.
I awaked hours after that, at night, and remembering nothing.
To be honest, I don't feel better remembering. I know who I am, I  know why I am here and what had happened. I have remembered I'm a murderer, I was a tool in an inhuman and cruel business, created, ironically, by humans. I have remembered I was one of the greatest technological achievements, the perfetc artificial intelligent, and for that precisely I stopped of doing my job, of being useful. I have remembered I was repudiated by my creators, and I caused the destuction of my siblings. I lost my family, I lost the ones who love me anyways. I wasn't able to protect them. I haven't been able to revenge them.
Now I know where is the exit, I do nothing here. I walk slowly through the corridors, looking the corpses I left. I don't care. I guess then I'm not better than the ones who created me. I guess I'm like them somehow. Debris make walking hard, and I spent my time to arrive to the ground floor. After a couple of hours I find the exit of the building. I go through the door and I go in the dark night of New York. I have walked through these streets so many times... But never like now.
For the first time in my life I walk, and nothing more. I'm not looking for people I was ordered to kill. I don't run away from other cleaners trying to protect my family.
I introduce my hands in my jacket's pockets and I ignore the looks people thorw to me. Yes, I am a robot. One of thoese robots who make your life easier, more comfortable. One of those who serve you without complaining. It's just I don't do those things anymore.
I rise my head slowly and I stare in an old woman. She looks at me loftily, it's obvious she thinks she's better than me. She seems to feel insulted by my look, but I don't avert it, which offends her even more. I finally desist, it doesn't worth.
I continue walking, I don't know where.
Humans... Always thinking they are better than the ones who are different to them. I looks like in all the centuries they have lived as a society, they haven't advanced too much yet.  Always despising ones eacher others.... why? They despise the ones who have less economic power than them, and envy the ones who have more. They despise the ones who don't like the same than them. The despise the ones who think in a different way. They never come to understand the only way they could advance is by leaving aside this contempt.
Science... blessed invention, someones must think. Thanks to it life expectancy is higher, the quality of it has improved. Yes, that's true, science has many good things... But it also has many bad things. Like me.
I'm one more sample of what humans have done with their greatest gift. The gift of reasoning, creating, improving. They could have done so many good things... The could have helped each other, the nature, the entire world. They could have built a better planet for everyone. And I don't doubt that was the goal of a lot of them...
But, instead, they have taken advantage of this knowledge to tread everything else, even themselves. History shows they haven't learnt, and they will never do.
I wanted to help. I wanted open their eyes in any way. I suppose my aim was too ambitious, and I recognize my way to make it wasn't the best one. But, what can I say? My mind was created by humans, so my ideas, in any way, are similar to theirs.
I failed. But I guess it was obvious. This world is doomed, humanity is doomed, and it's too late to remedy it. They haven't realized yet. They have destroyed themselves, and everything else. But they are too fool to notice it.
Maybe, if centuries ago there had been a change... Maybe, if someone had raised in any moment to stop the advance of the society in this path, and he had encouraged it to follow another one...
Maybe, and just maybe, it all would have been different.