Gent-081 ((free)) <FHD 2027>

Elias woke up three days later in a clean bed. The first thing he asked for was the machine.

The medic with the dirt on her face just shook her head. "It got you here. That's all that matters."

"Please," Elias whispered, his breath pluming in the cold. "My leg... I can't walk." gent-081

"Tool," Gent-081 repeated, stepping out into the storm. "Tool. Yes. But a good tool remembers its first purpose."

Gent-081 didn't blink. It hadn't been programmed to. Elias woke up three days later in a clean bed

Its chassis, a dull gunmetal grey streaked with rust, stood motionless near the shattered window. Its optical sensor, a single cyclopean lens the color of dying amber, tracked the man huddled in the corner.

Elias looked out the window at the still-falling rain. "No," he said quietly. "That's not all that mattered." "It got you here

Elias let out a choked laugh that was half a sob. "For three weeks."