News
of President Aron’s death spread faster
than I could have imagined.
As
I left city hall that day, almost all of Lunar Lakes’ bots were standing in the
streets.
While
some bots appeared to be in shock…
…others
seemed upset.
And
while there were some bots whose expressions I could not read…
A
few others appeared strangely satisfied.
“Is
it true? Is he really dead?” My friend Noella
asked.
“Yes. His entire processing system was
burned out. Who could be capable of such
a thing?”
“Oh,
I can think of a few people,” Noella answered, not looking at anyone in particular, but I
suspected that she was referring to Lily Bot 301, Chas’ co-worker.
The two of them had a history of not exactly getting along.
“The
police believe that a human did it, but how could a human gain access?”
“There
are ways to gain access anywhere…if you are skilled enough.”
Noella’s statement gained
some attention from the bots standing near us.
“Surely you cannot be suggesting that a mort would be skilled enough,” Martin,
Lily’s bot mate spoke up.
“No,
of course not,” Noella quickly answered
before turning back to me. “So a bot had to have done
this,” she said, not really in a questioning tone.
“Of
course a bot would not
have done this,”
Phillip, Mia’s bot mate responded
before I had a chance to reply.
“Well
we all know that there are some among us that have been affected by a
virus. Who knows what the virus may be
doing to their systems?” Noella
answered.
“That is just rumor,” Amira suddenly spoke up
behind Noella. “And who cares who did it. I, for one, am glad that the bot is dead. Perhaps we can get some real justice around
here now.”
“How
dare you say such a thing! There is a bot in there right now
that will be without her bot mate forever!” I
said, “Come to think of it, where were you this morning around seven.”
“Are
you trying to accuse me of this? I feel bad for Priscilla, but I am just saying
what half of the bots in Lunar Lakes are thinking. That does not mean that I killed the
President!”
“Now
is not the time for this,” I say regaining control of my emotional responses;
attempting to get Amira to do the same.
“I
did not do it!” Amira reemphasized once
again in a snarl.
“Okay,
okay. Let us not forget that now that
President Aron is dead, Ardis is now our
President. Let us show her some
respect,” Noella reminded all the
bots, but specifically addressing Amira.
“We
will see how that goes,” Amira said quickly, but
left it at that when she realized what could happen to her for not respecting
the President.
“There
is nothing else to see here,” I said, regaining my authority. “You should all just return
home.”
The bots reluctantly obeyed and turned to leave. Noella stayed behind to make sure I was safe from any further
comments from Amira and Phillip stayed
to wait for Mia, his bot mate, to emerge from
City Hall.
After
everyone had left, I finally headed home; my emotional responses feeding me new
feelings of sorrow.
I
also began to get a few fear responses.
If something like this could happen to President Aron who, for the most
part, was not at all a friend to the humans…what would happen to me, who is guilty of trying to
help them?
Chas
was by my side as soon as I entered our home.
Without
thinking, I ran into his arms. “Oh Chas,
it was so awful!”
“I know, I know. Sorry I was not there.”
“Were
you the one to find him?”
“Yes…I…I thought he had just shorted out, but…”
“…the
mechanic said he was dead. I did not even know such a thing could…”
Before
I could finish my sentence, my processing system brought up a memory from a few
days ago. While we stood in this very
spot, I remembered that Chas told me that there were ways to kill a bot.
He
was the first and only bot that had ever
suggested that a thing like that could happen. I had to ask him a very hard
question. “Chas…” I began.
I
was a little afraid to proceed, but I did.
“You did not have anything to do with this, did you?” I asked in a voice
very contrary to the seriousness of my question.
“Anything
to do with what dear Ardis?”
“You
know…President Aron’s death,” I
answered.
“What? …No! How could I?”
“Well
Chas…you were more than just a little upset about his
announcement.”
“Yes, but to suggest that I could kill him…” Chas said, his face slowly
distorting into an expression of hurt.
He
faced me and looked into my eyes. “I
could never have killed President Aron. We had our
disagreements, but I could never have killed him.”
It was hard to argue with his sincerity.
I had no choice but to believe him, but it still left an unanswered
question. “So who did this?” I asked,
not expecting an answer.
“Oh
my!” Chas suddenly said. “Oh…that is
it! It has to be!”
“What?” I asked having no idea what he was talking about.
“Can
you see? A human…a dirty mort was
responsible for this.”
“But how?” I asked, “You know more than anyone that with the security portals
in place, no human could enter city hall.”
“We
actually have been having problems with the security portals. We had Monica at the lab all day attempting
to fix the security portal control panel.”
“Is
that why she was not available to fix the president? The security portals were
down? But how? How would a human happen to know when the
security portals would conveniently be down?”
“I have suspected for a while that the systems of some of the bots here in
Lunar Lakes have been compromised.”
“Compromised? You mean by a virus?”
“Yes, yes…a virus. I think the humans
have found a way to hack into a few of our systems and implant a virus, maybe
even creating a bot informant.”
“Chas,
I do not know. It seems a little far fetched to me.”
“It is the only explanation. See, I told
you that the only way to keep the humans in line was to be rid of them. Now they have managed to kill the president.”
I
had to seriously consider what Chas was saying.
Maybe a human could have been responsible after all? There is a virus going around and with the
portals down, a human could have actually entered City Hall.
Chas continued, “Either way, I will get to the bottom of this, but you have to
believe me. I had nothing to do with
this.”
“I
hoped not, but I had to ask,” I said.
“I understand. You must be really
stressed…I have an idea. Let us get away
for a while.”
“Chas,
I cannot. I am going to have to prepare
a speech and hold a press conference now that I will be expected to take over
President Aron’s
position.”
“Yes, but we can just get out of the house for one night!”
“I-”
“Please! You have a big job ahead of
you…reuniting the bot community and
finally dealing with these humans. Let
us get away. It will allow you to clear your mind. When we return home, I will
help you with your speech.”
Chas
offered his hand in a plea. “Allow me to
take care of you for one night, before you take charge of our whole community.”
“Okay,”
I finally answered. “You are right. I could stand to unwind a little.”
This
time Chas pulled me
into a hug. “Good! You will not regret it.” He whispered in my
ear.
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