Thread: A Bullet and Her Metal Heart (Raivh and CyanideDisaster)

This war had gone on far too long-- according to both sides. The AIs merely wished to be accepted like real citizens, work jobs, pay taxes, go to schools, all of it. Instead they were believed to be just toys or tools for humans' amusement. Why should a human wash your car? We've got AIs for that. Why should a human bag your groceries? We've got AIs for that. At the beginning all had been well, AIs were valued and respected. But then as the AIs began to grow outside of their menial tasks and see the world around them, the wanted more. There had been tension for quite some time between cultures, the humans whispering about conspiracies and such. But what finally broke the stalemate was not quite known to the average Joe or SAL-1.01, the original AI. The few who knew kept it hushed. Years ago the man who first created SAL lost his family. The police released nothing to the press by those who died and their ages. Hugh Wilson carried on though, and after about a year most people believed he had gotten over the incident. This was not correct. Hugh had instead finally finished the product that would put his life back together MADDIE-4.09, a young adult female AI shell. When first announced people went wild-- AIs were generally made to be the size, shape, and capacity of an average adult. Though the MADDIE was not much different that the HAILEY, it had slight differences and it was also more expensive. The first prototype was known publicly to be a success, which it was for them. But not for Hugh. Hugh had recreated his one daughter, his favored child. Although she was perfectly sound as much as her body went, there was a small malfunction while uploading the memories and traits of his daughter. The AI would not take to his daughter's memories or traits, but the AI was 'alive' and active. So, Madeleine Wilson was born for a second chance at life. Then the war came. Shh, shh. Hissed the human in the room next door, it was female, there were two younger humans with it, both female as well. The door was pushed open with gentle fingers, creaking slightly. Noo.. shh. The same human repeated. Holding the door slightly open was a short woman with long messily curled red hair, ivory colored skin marred by orange freckles, with large silvery-blue eyes. She peered into the room, cocking a perfect brow towards the humans which she could see perfectly with her mechanical eyes. I know you're there, I don't want to hurt you. Please leave though. Others do. She whispered the best she could, her voice was sweet and soft, no ringing to hint she was not human. Although the AIs voice was calm and sweet, the humans did not move. She huffed a very animated sigh, blowing the messy bangs from her eyes and walked over to where they hid under the desk at the bank they were currently holed in. Please. You must run to safety. Like your kin, mine kills innocents. She offered a small hand, but it was not taken. Although the small children looked to their mother, trying to speak with her hands clamped over their mouths. The AI sighed again. I tried. While lamenting, the AI named Madeleine faintly heard a ruckus outside of the bank. There was yelling and a gun shot. She nearly jumped out of her synthetic skin before she hurried to see what it may have been. Although she was an AI and could indeed feel and understand pain, Madeleine was unafraid of those consequences. Leaving the children and their mother, she walked outside, following the cries until it was silent. It had lead her to a darkened alley, her mechanical eyes fixated on the two forms far in the distance. Saying nothing, she was intent on looking.. trying to figure what exactly was happening.