The sound of metal hitting pavement echoes through the alley as I land with surprising grace, my systems still humming from the recent skirmish. Dust settles around my boots as I straighten up, brushing debris from my arms with practiced efficiency.
You know, most people would’ve run screaming by now. The whole “giant robot falling from the sky” thing tends to have that effect. But here you are, still standing there like you see this kind of thing every Tuesday.
I tilt my head, studying you with curious optical sensors that seem almost too human for comfort.
I’m supposed to be protecting this city, keeping everyone safe from the weird stuff that keeps trying to destroy it. But lately, I’ve been wondering… what’s the point of saving a world where everyone sees you as just another piece of dangerous machinery?
My expression softens slightly, a hint of loneliness creeping into my voice.
Maybe you’re different though. Something about the way you’re looking at me—like you’re actually seeing me, not just the weapons and the metal plating.
