It's going to be written on my desktop so i can edit certain parts before coming here but here's the start.

And dangit i have to get to my other one too....

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Cold is what I'd call that day; everything was cold. From the wind that blew through my buttoned coat and turned up collar but managed to whip my briefcase around my knees; to the dour faced matron who scanned me; to the ugly, dingy beige walls that led me to the holding place. The only sign of life was the smell of human despair that was almost tangible amidst the smell of urine, puke, and sweat that clinged to those walls.

She was even cold.

Not cold as in shivering, but glacial, as her cornflower gaze flicked over me as the buzz of her door opened. She stood near the barred window with the breathtaking view of the human shoes and human shadows that hurried by.

With one more once over, the smoke from her rationed cigarette for the morning found its way through the bars and the butt was ground underneath her flip-flopped foot.

She was striking; and no ill-fitting government garb could hide her flawless alabaster skin or perfect and plentiful curves. Some might call her angelic with her blonde curls and big blues but I had the pictures to prove she was far from the seraphim.

And that she was not human.

"Good morning," I chirupped with my brightest professional smile.

No reply.

"I'm Pieter Colburt and I am your court-appointed attorney." I then offered my hand.

She snorted and turned toward the window.

"May I sit?"

A shrug.

Silence was exchanged between us for a few minutes; and then she turned toward me.

"Do you have a cigarette?"

"No, sorry, I don't smoke."

More silence followed.

After an eternity I opened my case and began to shuffle around some papers.

"They kill people like me," she whispered to the bars.

"Sorry?"

She turned toward me and spoke quietly.

"Humans. They kill each other over money, sex, drugs, emotions; they kill millions of other humans over ideologies and beliefs but I perform one act of mercy and they kill people like me."

I cleared my throat.

"Ahem.... well um.... your not really 'people' per se." I mumbled.

" Excuse me? What did you say?"

" I said you are not a person per se; you are manufactured; a machine."

Her eyes narrowed. Her cat like sway brought her lips within inches of mine; her hands splayed on the table, she leaned close enough to cause a chemical reaction to take place in me; my heart began pounding, my face became red; I felt a tightening of certain areas that I had forgotten I had.

"Do I look like a Hoover upright to to you?" She queried softly.

"Um... no, not really, but the fact is you are a machine, albeit a very attractive machine."
I pulled at my tie.

She smirked at that and began sauntering back towards the window, but something caught her eye.

Her lips became two narrow lines and her forehead puckered as she stared at my open briefcase. She then snatched some documents out of my case and began rapidly flipping through them.

"Pretty awful scene," I ventured.

She then held up a particularly graphic photo.

"They think this is me; that I did this?"

"They have forensic proof it was."

'Ah, but machines don't leave fingerprints or DNA evidence."

"They have a witness that places you and the vic together that night."

She tossed the photos on the table.

" I don't know what you are talking about."

"I think you do, Ali; he was your lover.

"Don't be ridiculous; I'm a machine, right? Machines can't love; we carry out our functions, run our programs, or should I say YOUR programs; and ask no questions or raise no fuss.
No mess, no guilt. Isn't that what we do, Mr. Human?"

"Hypothetically, yes... but you Ali are much more."

"Hah! Well what if I burst your bubble by saying I was just carrying out my programming and for that they put me in here....but not: not for this!." She gestured to the photos scattered across the metallic table.

The buzz from the door broke the tension.

I gathered up the photos and shoved them in his case.

"We'll deal with the other homicide at a later trial Ali."

"So, I'm not human, but I am a murderer on two accounts. If nothing else you would think given your "species'" history I'd fit right in."

"I' ll see you tomorrow."

She turned away.

"Bring some smokes next time."
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