(this one has been claimed but I need to put it somewhere haha)

(Syfi)

She studied her face in the mirror. "Incredible." She turned her head to the side, running a finger over her cheek then pinched it. "Immediate pressure response. Minute hairs, millions of pores..." She leaned back in her desk chair, shaking her head. "Incredible."

The speaker on the side of her mirror voiced a robotic female calling out the daily order.

"KT2539. Stand to attention."

A high pitched beep filled the room making her body go rigid, her eyes blinked then stared unseeing at her wall. Another much quieter beep sounded and her door unlocked. With her back to the door and body unresponsive all she could do was listen as the hydraulic doors groaned open and sure steps echoed into her room. She felt excited. The only time she ever felt that way was the day she got her extended emotions.

A new sensation raced across her exterior where the bio-tech intern tapped twice behind her right ear. She knows of only one technician that did that.

"Good morning Kaytee."

She felt her lips part into a smile as she turned around, looking up at the only person she called a friend in this stark building she reluctantly called home.

"Good morning Decker."

Deckers dark brown eyes twinkled down at her as he held his hand out for her to take. "The speakers are off, Kaytee." He lead her to her bed that he had raised into an observation table where she jumped up to sit on.

Cocking her head to the side, she narrowed her eyes and allowed her emotion readers to zoom over his face. "Why do you do that, Amille?"

Amille Decker glanced up from his little blinking hand held screen, flashing her a kind smile. "What, let you call me by my first name? You know, Kaytee, we are friends, are we not."

Kaytee shook her head and then nodded. "No, but yes, we are friends. But I mean why do you tap me back into restoration during the routine checks? You are the only one who does that."

Amille's hand froze for a fraction of a second as he tapped away on his screen, but Kaytee saw it.
"Oh well, I find it a lot easier to have you help me with diagnostics then to leave me to order you around."

Kaytee smirked. "You do that anyways."

Amille chuckled as he looked up at her, his dark hair falling into his eyes before he shifted it back with a slight shake of his head. "True, true." His eyes narrowed as he leaned forward a bit. "Did you scratch your cheek?"

Kaytee blinked as she found herself staring at him with his new proximity. He was so close she could see light specks around the iris of his eyes, almost like flecks of deep gold. Another shiver skidded across her new dermis.

"I pinched it," Kaytee said under her breath, her eyes tearing away from his face.

Amille nodded once, pulling back as he wrote something down. "And how are you liking your new outer layer?"

Kaytee lifted her arms, turning them a she looked them up and down. "This 'skin' is soft, light and...different." She looked between her arm and his, pulling him over to compare them. "Why is yours darker? Did you get burnt?"

Amille laughed, setting down his tablet then pushing his lab coat sleeve up, holding his arm out better for her to see. "No, I was born this way."

Kaytee nodded wide eyed as she touched his arm then hers. "They feel the same. I like your color better, red dots and marks don't show up."

Amille chuckled again, pulling his sleeve down as he turned back to his tablet.

"I think you look just fine Kaytee."

He turned away as he touched a few buttons on the wall and a rack of tools slid out. Kaytee's sensors in her corneas blinked as she picked up on a faint hint of a blush. She was finding when she did or said certain things Amille would blush, or clear his throat or look away. Soon she was finding it fun to obtain that reaction. But sometimes she felt that way too, especially when he came in on check up days.

None of the other technicians were fun like he was. Plus he was the only one that called her Kaytee and not just her number. She was getting bored of her little room and the court yard she was allowed to roam for two hours each day. And each time Amille was with her he would tell her stories of his home and the things he called animals that lived there. Sometimes she imagines Amille taking her out of her room and with him to where he lived.

One time she even thought of it at night, when she wasn't even awake. Dreaming, Amille called it, something that the humans do since the moment they are born. Except, she wasn't human and her dreams had just started happening. But only when she thought of him. Kaytee placed her hands on the bed and swung her legs, tilting her head to the side.

"Amille, I have a question."

The male technician moved on to conduct the normal tests; joint reactions, body stimuli, eye dilation, food digestion, brain activity and so on. He glanced at her and nodded for her to continue, a faint smile on his lips.

Kaytee bit her lip. She found that helped her think, and made Amille a little uncomfortable.

"Is it normal for robots like me to have dreams?"
Amille paused as he reached over to the wall for the one tool she hated, thankful she had stopped him when she did. He blinked a few times, checked his charts then turned to her.

"You are dreaming Kaytee?"

Her brows furrowed at the hint of worry she picked up in his voice though as hard as he might, she always picked up on his voice.

"Yes. Every night. I quite like them. Like little movies in my head. Not quite like the movies you describe to me sometimes but-"

Amille cut her off with a shake of his head, his eyes boring into her. "How- how long have you been having them."

Kaytee remembered instantly. "My first one was on Sempre 4, Rotation 11, Cycle 7665."

Amille's dark eyes clouded over as he looked anywhere but at her. One of his hands ran through his hair as the other was placed on his hip. He started to pace. Kaytee didn't like the way his face looked and how it was making her feel. Worried. Scared. The last time she felt anything that resembled that was when Amille was being reprimanded by one of the wardens after he tried to slip her a food called Jell-o. But this time Amille wasn't being yelled at and he wasn't reassuring her with smiles.

Kaytee hopped off her bed, coming up to Amille, her head nearly reaching his chin. But his back was to her as he brooded in silence. Kaytee tugged at her uniform shirt, looking off to the side in almost shame.

"I'm sorry if I angered you. I did not think it was all that important. You said our mission was to make me as close to a human as possible and dreaming is just one more step right?"

Amille let out a breath, his shoulders sagging. His stance shifted but he kept his back to her. His voice sounded muffled when he spoke, almost like he was covering his mouth with his hand.

"My dear Kaytee. You have been having them for almost seven rotations. Seven." He turned and Kaytee's eyes grew wide as her sensors picked up the unshed tears in his eyes as well as the worry and something else. She didn't like it. He reached up and placed his steady hands on her shoulders, one of his thumbs stroking her collarbone. "Sector 18 doesn't deal with dreams. I don't deal with dreams. But Sector 35 does. And that means..."

"I don't get to see you anymore." Kaytee finished his sentence her mind thinking of all the million ways she could keep that from happening. But none of them were possible, if even plausible.

Amille closed his eyes and let out a breath. But when he opened them again he smiled at her, but it didn't reach his deep brown eyes. Kaytee reached up and placed a hand over one of his own.

"Kaytee I want you to understand first and foremost I am your friend. I don't want anything to happen to you. Nothing will change that. But I wished you had told me sooner, that way I could have been prepared for-" he paused and shook his head slightly, "Now you are going to be transferred to a new sector. There they will monitor your brain activity. I will come see you once every fiveteen cycles but not for very long and I won't be able to do this" he motioned between the two of them with his eyes, "with you anymore. You will stay in your observation mode."

Kaytee processed everything he was saying and was finding herself not happy with what she was hearing. She was about to protest and demand another outcome but Amille's tablet started to beep. His visitation and examination period was almost up. But Kaytee didn't want him to leave. Not yet.

"When will I be transferred?"

"Effective immediately. Almost as soon as I report your results and the wardens begin their first sweep."

"But what if I don't want to go?"

Amille shook his head. "You have to. I'm sorry but there isn't anything we can do to change that."

Kaytee didn't like what her heart was doing and how fast her breathing changed. "No. No. I want to stay here with you. You are nice. You aren't like the others."

Amille closed his eyes and nodded. "I know. But it comes with a price."

Kaytee shook her head. "There has to be another way."

Opening his eyes, Amille gave her a sad smile reaching up to stroke her slightly bruised cheek. "I'm sorry Kaytee. For everything."

Kaytee looked up at him, her eyes scanning his face. He was hiding something and the scary thing was she couldn't figure out was it was. She suddenly felt a wetness on her cheeks, her eyes blinking as her tears suddenly activated on their own will. Kaytee sniffed.

"You haven't done anything wrong. I'm the one who didn't tell you when it first happened."

"I am almost glad you didn't tell me until now," he nearly whispered, "I get to tell you goodbye."

Kaytee just stared up at him, her observation technology scanning ever part of his face. She always liked the way it was shaped and how when he smiled a slight depression just under his left eye appeared. His dark hair fell almost into his eyes, shielding her from seeing the golden specks again. She always liked the way he made her feel safe and happy. She liked how he would break the rules and revive her during routine check ups. She was going to miss the way he looked at her like she was real. She was going to miss the way his laugh made her want to laugh. She was going to miss how his wide smile lit up the room when she did something he liked.

"I'm going to miss you," Kaytee whispered as she felt more tears roll down her new pink skin.

Amille wiped away her run away tears before folding her in his arms. "I'm going to miss you too."

She sucked in a breath and froze as she felt his arms wrap around her, enveloping her in all things Amille. His smell, his warmth, his heartbeat. Oh how dearly she wished she were human. Kaytee relaxed and let her own arms snake around his middle, holding him tight as she felt him hold her tighter. But just as she was beginning to enjoy herself the tablet went off again, but this time it was an alarm saying he was to leave now. The both of them knew that sound all too well, Amille waiting to leave until the last possible second. Right now was no different.

Kaytee looked up at him as he pulled back. There it was again.That look from earlier. That...something else. But before she could say anything he was smiling down at her, all traces of that look gone as if she had imagined it.

Amille stsroked her cheek one more time before helping her to her bed and giving her one last smile. "I promise to come see you. Be brave and trust me. I will see you soon." And with that he tapped her behind the ear two times, sending her into observation mode; wide eyed and stoic. He grabbed his tablet and before he left, turned back and gave her another blinding smile then raced out of the room as his tablet alarm still blared.

That look in his eyes flashed again and this time Kaytee knew what it was.

Fear.

Suddenly there was a rush of activity. Just like Amille said, the wardens came by and took her in a solidarity tube used for long distance transportation. Sometimes even deep hibernation. But Kaytee wasn't old enough for those yet. Still in observation mode, she could see and hear everything. Though she wasn't sure the other wardens and technicians knew that. They were talking about things other than monitoring brain activity. Things like 'negligent receptors' 'experiment day watch', and 'new host' puzzled Kaytee. She made sure to remember them later to ask Amille.

After long hallway walks, several transports, dozens of twists and turns, a forklift ride and even a pod transfer, Kaytee found herself in a room full of other bots in pods, just like her. But there was something different about the others. Glancing around she could see that the other bots in their pods were all in observation mode but one thing was wrong. Their eyes. They stared off into nothingness, unseeing and glassy. Definitely not being observant. With no wardens around, Kaytee was free to look as she wished and she almost wished she was just like them, unseeing and oblivious to what was going on around them.

Not too far off, in a room surrounded by glass and holding several pods, there was a group of men moving along a conveyor belt of pods through the room, stopping it every now and then to look at it's contents. She watched as one of the pods was opened and a tool that was used for shock receptors was used on the bot. It's body flailed and sparks flew. As the conveyor belt moved on, she saw a dark spot where the tool was placed. Red ink like goo seeped out of it. Kaytee couldn't look away. They didn't always use the shock rod. One female bot received a quick hammer smash to her head. Another was treated to a spray of flames. And each time a red liquid dripped from what was nothing more than their fatal wounds.

What was that stuff? Amille had spoken of it before but told her not to worry about it and that it wouldn't show up until later. But as she watched all these bots go through various violent tests Kaytee found herself not looking forward to the stage of red goo, not one bit.

Suddenly her pod shook. A light beeped green on the wall across from her and then she was moving. She too was on a conveyor belt lined with pods, leading her out of the room full of pods. As best as she could, Kaytee rendered herself still, training her eyes to stare at nothing. But she made sure to pick up everything she could hear. Drilling, metal clangs, sloshes of liquid and then banging. She couldn't help that her heart rate was rising and her hands were shaking. Fear. Just as she saw in Amille's eyes.
He knew this was going to happen.

Anger, sorrow, fear and confusion clogged her mind as she tried to make sense of what was going on. But nothing was working right. All she could clearly think was two things; seeing Amille and getting out of here. Getting out of there with Amille was preferred. But as her pod moved closer to the sound of whirring machinery Kaytee found it harder and harder to think clearly. If only she could see him one last time and ask him why. Why was this all happening to her?

Suddenly she heard voices. Loud and angry ones. Not entirely sure where they were coming from, Kaytee risked moving her eyes. The conveyor belt had stopped and there was a form rushing around, shooting flames at everything. Everything soon started to catch fire, worker bots exploding from pressure, oil and gasoline pooling on the ground. Kaytee dared not close her eyes in fear of the form noticing she was different. But fear got the better of her and she shut them tight.

Then her pod shook. Kaytee's eyes shot open and it took her incredibly powerful brain a full five seconds to recognize the face that was all but pressed up against the glass of her pod.

Amille.

He was dirty, his hair everywhere, his coat in tatters. He smiled wide when he saw her eyes widen and she could hear him chuckle on the other side. His voice was muffled but she could hear him well enough.
"Close your eyes. I'm going to break the glass."
Kaytee did just that and sure enough the pod was broken through. She felt two gentle taps behind her ear then she could move again. And the first thing she did was shove him off, making him land on a pile of bot parts.

"You knew this was going to happen and yet-"

Amille winced as he stood up and covered her mouth. "Yes but now's not the time. We have a very small window to get out of here alive."

Kaytee shook his hand off her face. "Then why not use a door?"

Amille chuckled. "Yes well we are but that door will only be open for another," he checked his watch, "two minutes. And it's on the other side of the facility." He reached his hand out for her to take. "So we need to run."

Without hesitation Kaytee took his hand and they ran. She was impressed with how well he was able to keep up with her, being human and all. She also couldn't help but replay the moment he came to her rescue and the smile he had on his face. Glancing over she studied his face, soot and a few scratches making look years older. Now that she thought about it she didn't know his age.

Amille tugged her along another long hallway but this one ended at a door, a green light illuminating what she assumed as their way out of here. The sounds of men yelling and running suddenly echoed behind them. Amille tightened his grip on Kaytee's hand as he pushed harder, almost pulling her now. The voices were getting closer but so was the door. Sure enough they both ran into it, the metal banging on the outside of the building, exposing them to the weather outside.

Kaytee didn't even get a moment to process that she was standing just inches outside the facility she now deemed dangerous when her arm was yanked backwards and Amille's hand was yanked from hers. Turning she stared in shock at the wardens that held him by any part of him they could reach. Amille tried to fight them off but there were too many. They were too strong. Kaytee reached out to help him but Amille shook his head.

"Run Kaytee! RUN!"

For the first time Kaytee hesitated. But her legs were working on their own, walking her backwards as she watched her only friend get dragged to the ground. A sickening slice rendered her completely frozen. One of the wardens had stabbed Amille straight though his side, red liquid now dripping out of him. Her hands felt cold and her head began to throb. But Amille didn't bat an eye, instead he continued to scream.

"GO! FOLLOW THE MAP AND RUN."

Sure enough Kaytee could feel the fine texture of a piece of archaic paper in the hand Amille was holding. Two wardens had gotten free and were making their way to her. Kaytee blinked then turned, her legs and arms pumping as she distanced herself from them as fast as she could. She aimed for the edge of the light that her old home projected into the night. But her mind was still on Amille. She turned back and paused just long enough to zoom in her eyes to find Amille. He was smiling, not caring that he was wounded and being dragged away. She gave herself a moment, committing his proud face to memory, promising herself to never forget him as she escaped into the thick pitch black curtain of the night.

(I have a part two in the works. Again, this story has been claimed)