Trigger Warning (there will be mention of a knife connecting with skin, but not in anyway harmful... More of a uh... Clarification process... Like cutting open an orange to see if it's really orange inside. Lol)
Ivy
I stretched in bed, extending my arms above my head and yawning my heart out of my chest. In an attempt of sniffing in the morning air, my nose caught a whiff of fresh Bacon, it clouded my nostrils and made my stomach growl.
Mom is cooking? That's odd, mom never cooks.
I got up from bed, straightening my mess of a bed hair and walking out of my room, my feet led me down the rollercoaster staircase as I made my way to the kitchen, only to find mom setting the table and Dad typing away on his phone waiting for breakfast to be served.
"Morning parents." I muttered out, rubbing my eyes.
Mom and Dad smiled at me before replying in unison. "Morning child."
"What's going on? Who's cooking? Why are you setting the table? Why is Dad sitting and waiting like breakfast is actually going to be served?" I threw the questions at them.
I didn't notice Trevor making an entrance with two plates filled with Bacon until I heard his voice. "That's actually because breakfast is going to be served... Take a seat babe!" He said. I could hear the grin in his voice. After dropping the plates on the table, he raised to his full height, finally meeting my gaze.
His eyes widened a little bit as he took me in, his hot gaze scanning me from head to toe.
"He has been so charming... I was just busy trying to make breakfast, but he decided to help out. And you've got to admit, this breakfast smells delicious, right honey?" My mom's smile almost reached her ears.
"Definitely... Looks mouth watering too." My Dad replied, putting his phone aside and eye eating the food on the table.
While I just stood there, stunned out of my mind as he watched me. Almost appreciatively.
And you call this a robot? I smell a fish... Not the one on the table obviously! A sly fish... like in literal sense.
"What are you standing around for? Aren't you hungry?" Trevor asked as he walked up to me, pinning me with his hot emerald gaze.
I swallowed. The morning light did everything to outline each beautiful angle of his handsome face.
I blinked, getting my thoughts back on track.
"You're not hungry?" He asked with furrowed brows.
"I am... I just- can I- can you- a word, please... Alone, private." I scrambled the words out as I pulled his arm leading him to the kitchen store room. "What the hell?"
"What do you mean?"
"Breakfast? You're trying to make my parents fall In love with you?"
"Isn't that the plan?" He asked, raising a confused brow at me like I was some stupid human or something.
"Yeah... It is, but- it just feels too... Human, you feel too human-"
He sighed, looking geniely tired. Of me. "This again? You still don't get the name of my Inc right?"
I blinked in an attempt to clear my head, licking my already dried lips, his eyes following my movement, before snapping back to mine. "I get the name... It's just, you were supposed to be roboty and I still have my doubts."
He gave me a narrow look. "Why does it feel like we've had this conversation before."
I rolled my eyes, tucking a rebellious hair to the back of my ears and crossing my arms to my chest. "I need to be sure... Physically... I need proof... Physical proof."
He looked around a bit before his dark hot green eyes landed on me again. "What do you want me do?" He asked me.
What do I want him to do? Seriously... What in fucks name do I want him to-
It clicked.
My eyes scanned the store room for that one common object.
"Good." I said, walking over to the knife section, grabbing a knife and handing it over to him.
"What do you want me to do with that?" I asked, his eyes searching mine.
"I need proof, and the only way to get it, is if you show me some iron? Just something quick before my parents think we're doing the dirty in their store room."
His brows etched down in a deep frown. "I don't get this? How is this knife suppose to give you proof?" He asked, an edge to his voice that proved how irritated with my action he was.
"You're a robot... You're not supposed to bleed, you should be made of iron right? So... Slit your wrist, just to be sure." I said boldly, not missing the way his eyes widened in shock. "it's the only way I can accept all this- you... with open arms."
This is it...
Ethan's pov
14hours Earlier
Inc's Dimension
"I can't do this." I dropped the file on Malcolm's table, shooting and drilling daggers with my glares as I stood up from the chair opposite him.
"You don't have a choice." Malcolm muttered, a cautious look dancing in his dark eyes.
"I do have a choice... This is like my whole life we're talking about. You can't expect me to spend it with some stupid rich girl who doesn't actually know the worth of money... That's fucking insane!" I yelled.
"Don't raise your voice at me Ethan! You've finally been assigned a job... It's what we do here. It's either you accept it or they take back the chip... Choose."
I scoffed, raking my hands through my hair over a million times. "So you're threatening me now? I could escape."
"You could try Ethan... I'm sure you'd ever make it out of the rebel sector. And I'm not threatening you. This mission has been authorized by the institute, you don't have a choice." He said.
"Glory agrees to this?"
He nodded.
That's it? All my years of living in the Inc's dimension, all the training and injuries would end up with me being a slave to what? A seventeen year old brat?
"Glory has never approved me for a mission to the outside before... She can't stand being that far away from me. I find this a little weird."
Malcolm nodded. "You and me both... Maybe she thinks it's time for you to leave the petty missions within the dimension."
I raked my fingers through my hair.
The human robotic Inc was not an organization known to world. Seeing as the organization had a world of it's own, a dimension created to harbour people with the chip.
Although subjects from here are assigned to the outside world at the interval of four years. It could be just one subject, or two, sometimes none. Depending on the amount of people who stumble across the temporary website.
I didn't choose to be here, they picked me against my will, they saw a scared ten year old boy looking so lost after a tragic accident, and they thought he would be thrilled to find refuge here. She thought I'd be thrilled.
We were divided into four sectors, due to the population and category of how each and everyone of us were brought in. The Rebels, The Willing, The Purest and The Futures. The sectors were like a world of their own.
If I want to put it in an eartly term, I'd call it countries. Four countries.
I'll start off with the Willing... The Willing were those humans who volunteered for the program... They sacrifice their whole life into the program, they left their families, jobs and everything they cared about just to become one of the Inc's subjects. Most of them had no choice, but to join, since it was their only chance at survival.
The Purest, well... They had their own issues, they were people who didn't have a choice but to seek refuge in the Inc, they were the sick ones, the ones who had been subjected to death, but were saved by the Inc.
The Futures... They were the real robots, it's either a part of their body was made with iron or there's a micro chip in their brains telling them God knows what.. they were all maintained for the future...For when the Inc is fully ready to show itself to the world. Which I'm quite sure would happen soon.
Down to the Rebels, my sector... Where I spent eight years of my entire life in... We were the opposites of the Willing... We were either kidnapped or taken... We don't like it here, never did and never will. But we had no choice... The Inc made us better, in one way, they took our lives from us and in another way, they gave us something to live for... Something that made us... Different.
The chip.
We all are not entirely human, neither are we entirely robots. We get our super strengths, special abilities and Robotic senses from the chip installed on our left wrist... We all still had hearts, pumping in our chest, supplying blood to all parts of our body, except one... Our left wrist.
The chip made us better, it made us forget our loss, our pain... It made the past slip away like sand... It numbs the pain and suffering. It was like a drug installed in our system. The chip was the only thread pulling us back to the Inc. and when I mean us... I mean the whole sectors. The Rebels, Willing, Purest and the Futures.
But there was one truth... No one liked it here. We all want out.
Thousands and billions of people with different faces, generations after generations of familys.
The Inc was just like a world of its own, with houses, shops, companies and highschool...
We only have one highschool. Inc high... All sector teens go there, the whole four sectors together in one school... Imagine the hell... Me being in my final year, I wasn't exactly excited about it because after highschool, what next?
Other people who got sent out, had amazing missions, maybe a spot in the army, undercover cop, and probably some undercover subject who kept tabs with the Inc on the latest deal with earth.
But I... I was summoned to be a boyfriend
A murderfucking boyfriend!
So, my anger right now, is fucking justified.
"Come on Malcolm... Give me something else." I urged. "Can't you manipulate this? You're the sector head for pete's sake."
"I can't. They choose you. You're the exact definition of what this Miss Ivy Fisher wants. You gotta go."
"This is bullshit Malcolm, all my life I've been training for this moment... I've followed the rules and-"
"Followed the rules? Everyone in the Rebel sector, knows your name, you cause trouble everywhere you go, you get arrested by the Inc cops almost everyday. Wait a minute, did I say Rebel sector? I meant to say all the sectors in this Inc... so, they're maybe trying to get rid of you, You should be happy. You're finally going to the outside."
I groaned. "Okay, fine... Maybe I don't follow rules, I do the opposite, break them and make my own... I own that, but you guys can't do this to me. I can't take on this stupid mission! It's like you're asking me to go work in some Barbie doll store or something... Come on, I'm one of your best."
"I know that... And it's really going to be a great loss to this Inc, and to me because you're like a son to me. But you have to remember that I don't call the shots here and the Inc will take off your chip if you refuse. So... You gotta choose. The chip, or a hot human girl?"
"There's no way I can make her happy, Malcolm... Not after-"
"She's a mission. You don't have to make her happy. You just have to do as she says.
Damn it!
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Now.
"Go on... Slit your wrist... Just for clearance." Ivy urged on.
This was an easy task, all I had to do was to slit my left wrist... She wouldn't see any blood but the chip working like machine In my body.
But still, Ivy gave me weird vibes, she was as beautiful as she was smart and with just that thought, I knew I had to be careful around her.
I have to make sure this information remains secret... I have to protect the Inc or I lose my chip. Or worse, she gets hurt.
"Okay... If that's what you want... Then... Brace yourself." I said, placing the knife just above my left wrist, watching her closely before I began to slice off my own skin.
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