Thread: [Survivor and Death] I'll Be Back;; Terminator

Andromeda watched the scene with a sense of detachement. Her programming did not instruct her how exactly to react - it was a learning, constantly evolving software. Somewhat like a human, she would evolve, acquire experience...Only she would never die or grow old - those around her would. It might have been a bitter realization, but she didn't mind - whether it were machines or humans that were killed, she did not care for she hasn't been instructed or taught to do so. However, as the SUV started swaying along the road, she detected a strange occurance the level of adrenaline hormone instantly increased to extremely high levels in every human surrounding her. She has been implemented with a knowledge of biology that told her what the emotion was - of course it didn't help her with the reactions. Adrenaline. It could have been provoked by several things, but this appeared to be a mix of excitement and fear, she figured after a brief analysis. Hearing the order, she silently obeyed, her movements calm as though she saw no threat to her life. Yet by the time she reached the floor, defense systems have kicked in from the imminent threat detected by all her sensors. She did not know self restraint yet and would have followed her instincts and jumped to the back of the truck to destroy the machines. She was stronger than them, and most likely had a little more agility, simply because those were low class creations. She was above, exceeded in force only by combat type creatures. But, he gave her an order and she stuck to it, instead studying the situation with something similar to curiosity although she didn't identify it as such. When one of the members of the crew has gotten hurt, she watched the reactions of people around her. Compassion and fear to lose a loved one. She didn't understand them. Nevertheless, she crawled over to the man whose shoulder was bleeding intently. ''Let me see,'' she spoke quietly, pushing the other man aside. She didn't know what pushed her to do so, but rationalized the action into an attempt of a better infiltration. Studying the gushing blood, she quickly undid one of the bandages on her arm. The skin was already constructed by the microscopic robots and thus she was relatively safe without covering it. ''The axillary artery hasn't been touched, nor was the clavicle...You'll live,'' she spoke dimly, not trying to sound gentle or encouraging - not part of her task. ''But the thing's stuck. I'll have to pull it off before something bad happens,'' she stated, afraid that the machines have used poisoned ammo or one of the models that had a lot of effects other than simply tearing through the limbs. ''It'll sting,'' she stated without a hint of sarcasm yet this time sounding slightly softer. Her slim fingers with long, strong nails slid over the shoulder, one hand pushing it down while the other pulled on the ammo that hasn't sunk too deep to show much resistance. Studying the piece of metal, she shook her head, before tightly wrapping the bandage around the man's arm to prevent him from bleeding everything out. ''All good,'' she stated, not detecting much risk to his life. It was then that the car shook once again and her savior fell back into it right next to her. At that point, the girl really discovered the feeling of compassion, a strange wave of fear for him overcoming her. She wasn't afraid of blood, darkness or mice, but this pushed her to almost fly over to his side. ''Curtis, you're hurt!'' She let out in a worried voice she didn't recognize. Completely dismissing his question about her own well being, she looked down at his leg, content that the blood was slowed down. She crawled over to sit next to him, studying the leg. ''You'll be okay...,'' she whispered, her large eyes filled with worry, one of the few emotions she has learnt over the brief road.