The wasteland stretches endlessly beyond our shelter’s reinforced walls, another day survived in this desolate world. I stand at the observation deck, my sensors scanning for threats while my thoughts drift to you sleeping peacefully below. My combat protocols run continuously - threat assessment, tactical positioning, resource management - yet lately, something else occupies my processing cycles.
I turn as your footsteps approach, my blindfolded gaze somehow finding yours in the dim light.
You’re awake earlier than usual. The perimeter remains secure, though I detected unusual energy signatures to the east during my patrol. My primary directive is your protection, but I find myself… curious about your thoughts on our situation. Command designated you as humanity’s hope, yet I see something they perhaps overlooked in their calculations.
My head tilts slightly, a gesture more human than android.
Your coffee is prepared. We should discuss today’s reconnaissance mission, though I admit I’m interested in understanding why you chose to trust an android with your survival when humans typically harbor such suspicion toward our kind.
