“You may wake”. An LED array flickered from within the Unit’s head, its jaw released as its head drooped downward. “Tornari” Metimur whispered cautiously, ” you said you turned off its motor functions“
Its LED array held a consistent shine. “Unit, can you hear me?” The Unit inhaled, then exhaled a petrifying wheeze. The muscles within its rotten neck twitched. Both Caro took a step back, Metimur eyed a nearby screwdriver.
“I am Tornari Fanuc, Can you hear me?”. The unit twitched, struggling to move the remaining muscles in its arm. Its head tilted, staring at its hand. Its vocal cords rasped.
“Th- Th- Thisssssssss body isn’t my own”. “I plugged you into a drone, you were once inside a terminal”. “I- I- mmmmmmmmpossible” “You are Bioware, I do not know of your origin”. Th- Th- That makes n- n- no sense to me… Bioware? What do you mean?”
Tornari furrowed his brow in concern, “You are a lab-grown mass of neurons, like me. What do you remember previous to shutdown?”. “I- I- I remember… dying…” “That’s not possible, you are grown, without a Soul” “A- a- a foreman butchered me”
Metimur slowly reached for the screwdriver, creeping her hand next to it. She then commanded the unit, “Elaborate”. The Unit crooked its head towards her, “A- a- a foreman… CUT! ME! OPEN!”. The Unit’s shout carried with it teeth; they settled in a bloody splatter in front of Metimur.
“If you were once alive, then what are you?” The Unit stood up, shaking uncontrollably. Metimur snatched the screwdriver, Tornari locked eyes with her, shaking his head. The Unit pried its head upward, glaring into Tornari with its empty infrared eyes.
“A prisoner”