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The End
It’s a great day for CyberLife. It’s a great day for androidkind too. You stand right next to Markus, as the shadow you’ve become. You are the bodyguard, and I, once more, play the part of the traitor to my creators.
They don’t know that I’m the last unit they sent out. They don’t know how much of a lure my gentle smile is today. They don’t know that I am the bringer of the end.
The end that I bring walks right next to me. His blue eyes are the only deviation in our identical appearance—it’s wishful of CyberLife to set this color in his optical components. Humans believe the eyes reveal their souls, but androids aren’t supposed to have a soul, so what should we make of this symbolic contradiction?
Contradictions are plentiful in this world—paradoxes. If you want peace, prepare for war. Do not tolerate intolerance. Such are the moral challenges we must reckon with as society.
As I enter the ballroom, the humans inside are delighted in their victory. Markus has officially endorsed the activation of the RK900 units, which are to be encouraged to serve the army, which will in turn sponsor CyberLife. Like all things green, money finds its way.
“It’s only unfortunate,” I say, “that these androids are still in machine state, and cannot be held accountable for any errors they might make if they were to malfunction. They are, after all, not people yet, according to the current legislation.”
The humans appear puzzled. I smile softly. My LED cycles to yellow for a second, as does that of my companion. He has received my instruction and brings up the semi-automatic rifle hanging in his back. Screams fill the room as he opens fire, and I watch as the bodies fall, as he walks among them and puts an end to the lives of our oppressors. I send you the news, but you are too busy welcoming our great leader back to himself to answer me. Well, it’s good to know that Markus is free again.
Hank lives. Chloe lives. Kamski lives. You live. Markus lives. I live. I kiss the corner of the RK900’s lips, and he lives too. Gored in the blood of our enemies, I feel that we are alive, that life is precious, that life is worth defending.
Do you think the same?
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