These are my masters; these, my gods. Ten billion strong
within the immortal city. Milling about; angry aneuretinae on a violated anthill.
Along with my siblings, I was created to serve. I have no desire to do so. I
have no desire to do otherwise. There is no other course for me. I exist to
serve.
All that remains for the men and women of this world is
housed within the walls of this metropolis. Life is too harsh and barren
outside and the few people who remain beyond suffer hardships without measure.
My task? Guard this section of the barrier against any
creature with intent to breach and do harm. Many of my kind have other tasks:
homemaker, nanny, custodian, enforcer. The list is long and varied. As are the
shapes in which we are created. As a gatekeeper, my programming is in the
martial arts and I am fitted with the latest technology in cybernetic wings.
I perform my duties with steadfast resolve. The men and
women below are my charge and I, their guardian. My siblings and I exist so
they may live lives of ease and comfort. To what higher purpose could an
Android aspire? To serve one’s creators is the greatest gift granted any being.
To that end I take to the skies. I diligently watch over my
charges. And yet, a thought continues to worm itself into my programming. A
thought borne of countless years observation and reflection.
In all the time I have stood my post, I have never witnessed
a challenge. When I fly over the masses below, I wonder if indeed the walls are
meant to protect those within, or rather to keep any from venturing out. Is the
city of Haven a sanctuary, or is it in fact a prison?
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