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Iqbal relived the traumatic event in his dream. An event he told no soul. |
Hi! It's a very short scene this time. The build up to the event so to speak. I'm unsure whether the dream should just continue, or he should wake up and continue the recollection while awake. Suggestions are welcome! TW: Violence *** Iqbal's POV: There was a man in the corridor. I smashed the android's controller. The buzz of the overridden program pricked my ears but informed me of their positions. There were two more left. A transporter flew towards me, and I just barely avoided it. The other robot, an artificial cook, wielded a butcher knife. I barred it with a metal rod, keeping the knife inches away from my face. Clang! There was a man in the corridor. I couldn't match its strength, so I shifted to the left and angled the rod. The android jolted forward, and the knife scratched against the rod before hitting the floor. Then, with the free rod, I swung and thrust it into the motherboard on its back. I immediately let go when it sparked. The transporter zoomed towards me again. It nicked my right arm. There was a man in the corridor. I searched the hallway for a weapon, anything. The cook was down, but sparks still flew. Nothing useful. The transporter turned to deliver another jab. A piece of cloth brushed across my arm. Right, I brought a bag. I took it off and slid to the right as the robot approached from the left. Quickly, I unzipped the bag. The robot pivoted sharply 90 degrees, its vision sensor flashing red. It zoomed in on me again. Paff! I covered the vision sensor rodeo-style. The robot crashed into the floor with its momentum, and I spared no time stomping on it. Crunch! Bzzt! It stopped moving. I flipped the bag, and metal scrap tumbled to the floor, pulling on loose threads. Dang it, that was a good bag. I walked to retrieve the rod from the fallen cook. Suddenly, I heard rapid footsteps behind me. I whirled around. There was a man in the corridor. I realized too late. The detector could only identified androids and not humans. He wore a soldier's uniform, and his features were Malay. My eyes widened, and before I could speak, his black-gloved hand clasped onto my mouth and nose. Mmpf! I was being suffocated. |