Boxes full of scrap metal

All roughly shaped like human parts

Some overflowing next to the desk

A computer screen of text

 

Lines and lines of text

All carefully typed

By the man in front of the screens

With dark circles under his eyes

 

“Sir?”

 

A new line is typed out

 

“Sir.”

 

“I’ll rest when it’s done, Ravi.”

 

The man pushes a button

Ravi doesn’t speak again

 

The man turns in his chair

Another code greets him

Different patterns for a different person

With the same goal in mind

 

He looks to the metal body behind him

Incomplete

Matching the codes

Matching his heart

 

A small sign with the letter N in front of it

Trail number fourteen

 

The man pulls on his white shirt

He stands, ignoring the small signs on the floor

L and M

 

He looks back for a moment

He pushes the button again

“I’m sorry Ravi.”

 

“It’s quite alright, sir.”

 

“I wish I hadn’t made you so polite.”

 

“You made me to take care of you and what you create.”

 

“I know Ravi. I remember your code.”

 

“Sir, I believe you should rest.”

 

“No.”

 

“I insist, sir.”

“I must have perfection.”

 

The man moves forward

He cups the rough shape of a head

 

“I need him back.

He was perfect.”

 

The hand slides down

The man’s head falls

 

“Will I have him, Ravi?”

 

“I do not know, sir.”

 

“I’m glad I programed you.”

 

“Thank you, sir.”

 

The man smiles

He walks back to his desk

He pulls out a small bottle

Only to open and drink from it

 

“Sir?”

 

“Now what Ravi?”

 

“You have an event in a day.

You have not replied.”

 

“Will my supplier be there?”

 

“Yes, sir.”

 

“I accept.”

 

The man looks down at the near empty bottle

He grabs a black jacket

His arms slip through easily

He types out another few lines of code

 

“I’m going to get another bottle.”

 

“I do not believe that is smart, sir.”

 

“Ravi, call my brother.”

 

“Why, sir?”

 

“It’s our hundred day anniversary.

I may be getting more than one.”

 

“I understand, sir.”

 

The man smiles

He looks to the metal body

 

“And paint this one

I have a good feeling.”

 

The metal body moves upward

The man watches it move out of view

He looks around the room

He hits a scrap piece at his feet

 

The grey walls glow with white light

He fixes his hair flat over his face

He smiles for a moment

Small dimples appearing in his cheeks

 

 

 

 

 

A/N: Hello, it's me. Wow, I haven't updated anything in forever. Sorry about that. This little piece is something for my Creative Writing class. Let me know what you think? Until the next~ (-<) <3 ^_^