“You can’t do this to him, Dad!” I moaned, a sickening sensation clutching my throat. “He is your son! How could we just leave Alex here and go to Theta-1?” Realizing the mistake had done by mentioning the word ‘son’, backed off. A red beam of light streamed in through the small window, lightening the shadowy room. But instead of the raging shout and lecture about how a hubot cannot be his son, heard a sniff. Dad’s cheeks turned pale, eyes became watery. He was crying. I never knew he could even feel, I never knew that the reason behind the ruthless person he puts up to be is a flare of hatred and vengeance evoked from a heart full of misery. Every tear drop made me regret and realize that I had been the heartless one.
I was panting so hard that my oxygen mask fogged up. “Dear,” Dad mumbled when he saw that had fallen to the ground, my eyeballs bulging out of their sockets, “for the last time, that thing is not my son or your brother!” He continued with the harshness in him coming back. “My decision is final; you are coming with me without that robotic junk!” he ordered.
While I was slaving away at the Space Academy, a lot had happened. Maybe, I should start from the beginning. My mother died when I was about 6 months old. Dad was thrown in prison in the false accusation of her murder. Having no identity code, my brother and were therefore placed in Iota-14, the place where all the factory-rejected hubots lived. It was sort of like a junkyard. All of them, some without core processors, without sensors and limbs, took care of us. But one day a ship landed in the rust filled land. David was 8 and was 5. It arrived from the Space Academy. They wanted to take all of us, so-called junk, with them to be recycled. Everyone hid, except David and me. When one of those people was about to vacuum us with their ray gun, from out of thin air, Alex stood in front of us and got hit instead. He fell to the ground, trembling. David was too shocked from this heroic action of his best friend to realize that he would die when he touched Alex. Alex was programmed to resist ray shocks, but David. I still feel as if the ground is sinking under my feet when I think of it. They took me with them and found the rest of us soon. “You are one of us now,” announced the man who was pushing me into a small cabin in the ship.
Ten years later, I was allowed to return to Earth as an observer. Iota-14 had completely changed. It was now where all the billionaires and high society people lived. The wind got knocked out of me when first saw the dazzling lights of the high-rise buildings in place of the tattered cottage made out of metal scraps that once we, David, Alex and, shared. Wandering around in search of Alex, as I was scanning the back alleys, I saw piles of DVDs exactly like the ones I used to play with. I landed my airmobile and what I saw there sent an overwhelming flow of happiness cascading inside me that I had not felt in years. It was Alex “Amanda? Is it really you? Welcome back to lota-14, sis!” it was the first time anyone referred to me as his sister since David passed away.
Alex explained how the rest of the world was intoxicated with gas and radiation from a nuclear explosion and this was the only place not severely affected. He was a hacker, the last of their kind. He hacked into the identification system and found out my Dad. Dad was listed as a former citizen of Theta-1, the moon. A ship was about to leave for the moon in a few days. I got to Dad and was surprised to find out that he recognized me. The first thing he said was, “You got your mother’s eyes.”
So this was how Dad got a nervous breakdown after my utter foolishness of referring to Alex as his son. As Dad was ordering me, an idea popped into my head. I was a member of the Space Academy, I had control of all the ships and Alex was an accomplished hacker. What happened next is too clear to say….