Suddenly I opened my eyes. Surrounded in total darkness. I hear nothing. Where am I? What happened? Why am I here? I began to look around, slowly finding the possibility to move. First with the turning of my head, then onward with the shoulders, arms, hands and fingers, my back and finally the whole torso. Further my hips, thighs, calves and in the end my feet and toes. Now that my eyes are a costumed to the darkness, I see soft light from above. Without hesitation I began to swim to the light. Noticing then there’s the surface; I was all this time under water? As I reached the surface, I realized the light came from the city that stood tall before its shores and me. But everything looked differently, the shores held no sand or pebbles but firm black metal with green-bluish light that could represent as veins. All the buildings of the city had that same colour and same architecture style as the shores. It gave an eerie effect and appeared very unnatural and well, robotic in my eyes. Knowing I’m in clear conscience, all this felt from its appearance like out of some dream. Slowly and carefully I walked towards it. After some while I was walking down what seemed to me to be a street, but it was all deserted. I met no one. Yet that green-bluish light was the only thing that provided light. Strangely the only thing that seems natural here is the water and the air. Fore I felt a soft cool breeze blowing through the streets and alleys. Besides the wind and the sound of my steps there was nothing else to be heard.

I didn’t come far as I heard a “Pssst.” from some corner. I halted and searched for a face, a person, anyone who made that sound. “Pssst. Over here!” It called from behind me.

I turned round to see. There stood before me a young man with a boyish face. He was dressed in some sort of a diving suit all in black with black leather half boots. His hair was brown, straight and short cut and his eyes were also brown, dark brown. Before I could do or say anything, suddenly everything went black. I saw nothing but heard everything and was able to move only a bit. Realizing now something covered my eyes and bound me together. Quickly with all my strength I was able to break my bonds and removed the blanket that covered my eyes. While freeing myself I heard many voices around me, mostly men but also a few women and children.

“Quickly strap him up! Don’t let it remove the blanket! Hurry we need more ropes to tie it up again! Careful, he might be dangerous! What is that thing? It looks like a man to me. Well to me something dangerous that’s for sure!”

Once the blanket was removed, I couldn’t believe my eyes. There were more people dressed in black diving suits, men, women and children.

“Everyone quick run! Hide!” Shouted a man with short cut wavy black hair, immediately every one of them began to run.

“Zzz-tz-buzz. Tz-no-zzrrrr-nnnrrrzzz-harm.” I gave out.

 Placing quickly a hand to my throat. It must have been the water that damaged my voice; strangely the rest of me isn’t damaged or malfunctioned. I must communicate them, but how when my voice is damaged! The man who gave the order to run was still close to me, holding something in his hands, believing it would shield him from me. Gently as I could I held him by the shoulders, although all those people and he were two heads smaller than me. So I bent down to have a better eye contact with him. He widened his eyes of fear and breathed through his mouth. Slowly I placed a hand over his that pointed to me with something. Knowing he can harm me with it in some way. Pushing it slowly and gently down to the ground.

“rrttzz-nozz-rrzz-harm” I tried to speak with all my strength, looking into his ocher brown eyes.

From his look I saw he is trying to understand me, I hope he doesn’t speak a totally different language than mine. Will he understand English?

“tzzz-rrrrtzzzzzz-rrrrrrmmmm” That’s it, my voice is now of absolute no use!

“Papa!” Cried a young boy in the distance running towards the man and me.

“No! Don’t come any closer! It could be dangerous!”

“Papa!” Cried the boy again in tears and his arms open wide to hold eagerly for his father, but continued to run. Suddenly he tripped and fell. The man who is also a father wanted to run but stayed and looked up to me with grief. Slowly I walked to the boy and gently helped him up.

He gave a short giggle. “You’re very warm.” Spoke the boy merrily while holding my hand that I used to help him up. I smiled to his notation. Suddenly from behind me I heard a loud roar, quickly as a reaction I winced together and crouched over the boy in a protective position. The next a stinging pain was spreading within moments in my whole body and total darkness went before my eyes.

2: Chapter 2

For a long moment I saw only darkness and heard nothing. Then slowly in the distance, growing louder by the minuet I heard many voices talking into each other. It sounded not a conversation anymore but rather a great big noise. With a bit of concentration I was able to follow their talks.

“No one has answered my question! Is it dangerous? It’s hard to say. It’s not hard to say! It’s right before your very eyes; he helped the little boy and even gave a protective impression as Harek attacked him from behind. I don’t know. It tried to speak but I think its voice is broken. What is it exactly? It looks like some robot to me. It could be.”

While listening I began to see light and many small shadows moving around me. Soon my focus was clear and began to blink.

“Careful! It’s coming to its senses!” Called a woman.

Slowly I began to sit up and looked to my surroundings. There were people everywhere; some held some sort of a weapon in their hands while others made space from me.

“P-ppp-please-III-mea-me-mean-nn-no-hhrr-harm” Holding quickly a hand to my throat.

I can speak! They must have fixed my voice.

“Hold it everyone! It’s trying to speak.” Remarked a woman, holding firmly to her weapon while the other hand rose to the height of her shoulders as a halting gesture. Her long reddish-brown wavy hair was tied to a loose bun and her grey blue eyes flickered with tension.

“I-I-I-me-mean-no-no-hr-harm”

Slowly the woman who spoke before let her weapon sink to the ground. Many others hesitated but did in the end the same all but one. The man whom I believe his name is Harek and attacked me while I was helping up his son.

“Bring him out before he does something stupid.” Spoke a man, pointing to him.

Quickly two men brought him out of sight. Slowly and cautiously the woman took few steps closer to me. I didn’t move fore I don’t want to scare her and the others.

“Don’t go too close Mareiha!” Called one of the men to her.

She didn’t listen and kept her eyes fixed to mine, as if trying to read my mind. Soon she stood before me. She lifted gently and slowly my right hand.

Suddenly for a brief moment she smiled. “Young Derik was right, you’re warm.” Mareiha whispered.

She quickly turned round and announced. “It is alright, it’s not dangerous.”

“Well I’m not convinced.” Recalled the man with the boyish face whom I saw at the beginning.

“Yet Gallagh, not yet.” Noted Mareiha back with a wink. “I need two electrician to help me fix him properly.”

To my surprise two men stepped forth to volunteer.

Mareiha turned to me. “Now lay down, we will fix you up. The best we can, at least your voice to speak.”

Without hesitation I lay down and placed my utmost faith in their hands. Barely believing that I have come this far and barely having the patience to thank them.

“I think it’s best to start with the voice.” Said one of the electricians.

Immediately fear overwhelmed me and looked to Mareiha who stood close beside me. For a moment she was surprised that I can feel fear. Slowly she walked to my hand and held onto my finger gently. To my astounding, it calmed me a great deal.

 

“And we’re now done.” Said one of the electricians with a smile of satisfaction.

“Wow! He looks as good as new.” Wondered Mareiha, her eyes wide of surprise. Taking few steps away from me to have a better look. I looked at my hands and legs. Why, they even polished me!

“Thank you. Thank you for fixing me. I- I can talk clearly again. How can I return the favor?”

“Of telling me what you are, what you call yourself and how did you get here?” Responded Mareiha, sitting close in front of me.

For one brief moment I couldn’t speak, not because of my voice but of her. She trusts me!

“I am what my creator calls me, a robot. I come from a different world where people like you are same as tall as I am and hold many different cultures, none like yours. There are many robots like me in that world and all of them have a lower worth in the society, like a slave. Demanded around with orders and at worst misused. Sadly, I can’t recall how I came here. Except finding myself under water and discovering this place.” I explained.

Mareiha was for a moment silent. “Do you have a name?”

“No, I was always called a robot or just what words one can use when you talk to a stranger.”

“This is outrageous Mareiha! Treating this thing as if it were one of us.” Intruded a man whom I never saw before. It was an elderly man in his mid 50s; he had few white hairs and a greyish beard. Two younger men accompanied him. One of them was Gallagh.

“Dad, do you know what you’re saying? This, what you dare to call ‘a thing’ is more than what meets the eye! This robot is more than a robot and his history has in common with ours.” Recalled Mareiha confidently, standing up.

Her father quickly took her firmly by the hand and drew her closer to him. He whispered something to her that made her furious. She shook off his hand.

“How dare you! Who is outrageous here is rather you! I’ll stay put with what my inner voice says and that’s trusting him.”

“Stop talking of it as if it were a human.”

“You are my father but demanding me how to see, talk or think is my doing! It’s my life! This is my mind, are my hands, my eyes dad! Not yours! Amongst our people many chose me to lead, so let me lead.”

“Indeed. Do not forget your place and responsibilities Mareiha. You’re all what I have left, my daughter.” Spoke Mareiha’s father sorrowful, holding gently her hand.

“I’m sorry dad, but don’t worry everything is under control here. I love you.” Said Mareiha calmly and kissed him on the cheek. Her father smiled and gave kiss on her hand and left without saying another word. Gallagh threw a last suspicious glance to me. Hopefully in time they’ll learn to trust me.

3: Chapter 3

From Mareiha I learned a great deal about this world I stumbled upon. A great shock of realization hit me like lightening as she showed me her world. She called it 'Patrida' what means 'Homeland'. No matter day with a shinning sun, rain or night with the blue moon. The city remained black with its bluish-green light, glowing out spread like veins or arteries. What shocked me were the ways in the society. All people like Mareiha were slaves or servants. But she and the rest of the group I stumbled upon are rebels who fight for freedom and justice. They managed to escape from their so-called 'Master'. The Masters are the rulers of this world and city and if I've heard correctly they're not human. They are robots like me, of course designed differently than I am. Otherwise the atmosphere is parallel to my world called 'Earth'. Only robots rule and humans are slaves. Thus they rule invented futuristic objects and established severe rules against the humans. What leads to injustice, unfairness and no compassion. As I saw it, it became clear why Mareiha trusted me so quickly. Then a question appeared and I wondered. "Mareiha, was there a time where things went different?"

She blinked. "There was time but I can't tell you much fore I was born many years after and so is my father. I heard all about it from a man and he is the oldest in our group, he helps us to remind of the forgotten time place fresh hopes. Come, I bring you to him."

And so she led me to the undergrounds, deeper than where the group hides. One can think you are about to down to hell for those who are religious. Everything was dark and damp; dripping drops of some liquid echoed along the walls in a mysterious way. Since we entered into the dark I switched my eyes to night view while Mareiha drew out a pocket torch to light her way. "Who's stepping here?" Wondered an elderly manly voice out of some corner from the dark.

"It's me, Mareiha and I bring along a friend who would like to know of your time." She responded calmly and headed towards one direction, stopping then right in front of an old man.

He had long straight white hair all mixed up together, seeing clearly they haven't been brushed for a long time. His face covered with wrinkles and had a thick beard, reminded me of those pictures what humans called 'Santa Clause' or 'Father Christmas'. Only that man was very lean, his clothes were out of rages and scraps of cloth. He sat on the wet floor.

"Ah Mareiha, it does my heart glad to see you." He smiled to her and then blinked amazed at me. "Who is this friend that wants to know of my time?"

I winced of amazement. He called me as a person, who!

"He doesn't really have a name Jarvis. He comes from a different world called Earth and there things run exactly the opposite."

"The opposite? Now isn't that ironic and interesting." Noted Jarvis, scratching his beard. "Then he knows how it is what we have to endure, even as a robot."

"He won't harm you, you can trust him. He is different than those robots here."

"I can see that he is different. Robots in my time looked similar like him, almost natural and human alike. They were only one sort of robots that were installed with the most complicated network. Connected with emotions, fantasy and the common sense. In my time, they were called 'Eirini' which means peace. Because of the emotions they were unique and through them peace prospered until one man changed it the newest invention of robot. They had greater skills and higher intelligence, then everything changed to the worse. There was an overproduction and the robots became soon unstoppable, wars were waged human against their own invention the robots and this is now the result." Told Jarvis.

"He is one of those robots?" Wondered Mareiha surprised.

"No, he reminds me of them and looks uncanny similar."

"It would be a fitting name though, Eirini. Perhaps an 'i' less. Eirin" She turned to me.

Jarvis' eyes were fixed to me; from that moment on I began to have a strange feeling. An emotion I never felt before nor was it mentioned from anyone. A feeling as if I must say something, strangely I can find no words. "What's the matter?" Asked Mareiha worried. I explained to her my situation with the emotions.

"Incredible, he has emotions too! Mareiha, are you sure that he comes from a different world?" Spoke Jarvis softly, nearly whispering of surprise.

"Absolutely. He said it very clear, Earth." Responded Mareiha.

"Tell me Eirin, I hope you are alright with the name? What is your world like?" Wondered Jarvis politely and patiently while his eyes shone with curiosity. I responded that the name is fine for me and told in finest detail I could of my world. Giving me now a name is most unusual, hopefully in time I'll get used to it. A name translated in a different language means peace, although I'm a robot that word has a deep meaning to me.

As I finished explaining we all fell in silence. Jarvis slowly stood up, groaning while doing so and gave a stretch. "Follow me." He spoke with a wave of his hand and headed deeper into the darkness. Mareiha quickly followed him with her torch at hand. While walking I noticed the floor wasn't wet or even moist, the air became softer and warmer. Suddenly Jarvis halted. "Where are you leading us Jarvis?" Wondered Mareiha. "You will see soon enough." Replied Jarvis with a composed grin. With my night vision I noticed that Jarvis was standing before a curtain. Suddenly I was blinded in bright white colour, so bright it hurt my eyes. I gave a short cry of pain, covering my eyes with my arm. As my eyes recovered from the pain I switched back to normal vision. I blinked letting my eyes get accustomed to the light. "Are you okay?" Asked Mareiha worried, placing a hand on my shoulder. I nodded to her. What lay before us was unbelievable. The electrical light gave a warm yellow light. Everywhere was dust, cables, bolts, nuts and small electrical devises. Most of it was covered in rust except one devise and it was the biggest in the room. On a wall like coat or flag hung a robot in shut down status. Its head faced the ground, the arms and legs were relaxed and looked like as if it were barely in use or Jarvis did a nice job of polishing and fixing.

"This is the last Eirini robot from its time, I found it here in the undergrounds. Long forgotten by others and broken. Many years now I tried to fix it but it won't tick." Explained Jarvis.

Mareiha threw a glance at me, from that glance I analyzed she wanted me to offer assistance.

"Eirin, could you perhaps mend it?" Wondered Jarvis to me.

"I'll do my best." I answered, stepping bit closer to the old robot.

Gently and slowly I removed the robot from the wall and placed it on a table that Jarvis quickly cleared. I drew out from my left under arm the mini-computer to analyze the robot's diagnostics. Every robot from my world is equipped with it. Gently I attached the cables onto the robot and waited patiently for the results the computer would give. Jarvis and Mareiha said nothing and watched with curiosity what I was doing. The computer gave the results of the damage, within seconds my mini-computer was stored back and set onto work to fix this robot. I was bit surprised that my computer was able to analyze this robot. Maybe this one came the same way through like I did! After a while Jarvis wanted to know what I was doing with the robot. After explaining the damage the robot has, Jarvis gave himself a palm-face. "Of course! Why didn't I see that before." And helped me along fixing the robot. Mareiha sat in one corner and watched, this was something beyond her knowledge. The fixing was easier than I've imagined. The robot was still shut down when we were finished. Jarvis rubbed off the grease with an old towel and a grin of satisfactory played upon his lips. Mareiha stood up and came closer to have a better look. We all stared in silence at the robot, as if awaiting it would move any moment. For a long moment of silence we waited. Suddenly it made a "click" sound. Some sort of cogwheel began to turn deep inside the robot. Mareiha and Jarvis held their breath. It stopped. In the air I felt tension, frustration and confusion.

"What the..." Gave Jarvis, looking closer at the robot as if to check if we overseen something that needed to be mended. "This can't be it!" Noted Jarvis frustrated with a sigh. "I fixed on that robot for hours and years, now it turns out to be junk. Junk!" He cried out and hit a fist upon the robot's chest.

"Don't say that Jarvis. You two did your best and tried." Spoke Mareiha softly and placed a hand on Jarvis' shoulder trying to comfort him.

All this time I hadn't said a single word. Secondly I wouldn't know what to say. Jarvis quickly wiped a tear from a corner of his eye with the back of his hand and sniffed. I looked at the robot, maybe Jarvis tried and appears as he said before, it is too complicated. It's beyond him and me. I wouldn't know where else to look and how to make this robot running. Before as I was helping Jarvis fixing it, I felt like a doctor. Giving my best effort to make this robot come into live status. I looked at my hands, I gasped. They were balled to fists. Inside me I felt a stinging pain that can drag me down to the ground by some invisible weight. Believing to be experiencing frustration, what also Jarvis felt I presume. I took a deep breath trying to get rid of that weight.

"I'm gonna dump this!" Cried Jarvis.

"No! Don't! Please don't throw it away. For my sake, please." Pleaded Mareiha.

"Very well, for your sake." Sighed Jarvis and sniffed. He turned to me giving a glance I couldn't analyze what he felt and walked out of the room.

Mareiha sighed. "You ok?" She asked.

I nodded.

Without any further words we left the room and headed upwards again to the surface. As we reached the surface Mareiha turned to me, her expression was stern. "Everything what we saw will be our secret for now." She whispered.

"Why do you want to keep it as a secret?" I wondered curiously.

"Not everyone knows Jarvis and that's a part what keeps him in safety, plus now with the robot. Although it turned out to be broken, it is one of a kind. A memory of the past and proof that once there was such thing as peace." Explained Mareiha. "Can you keep it?"

"Yes. I will keep it as a secret."

"Good." Smiled Mareiha and walked ahead of me.

4: Chapter 4

“If you are different, why do you look the same?” Wondered young Derik curiously, cocking the head to one side with wide eyes. Holding to his soccer ball with both of his hands.

“Well, I am a robot. The one who created me gave me this appearance, he wanted that all his robots look natural and human alike.” I tried to explain, crouching down to him.

“Humanalike? What does that mean?” Derik blinked.

I began to grin. “Human alike, it means to look nearly like humans. Humans is what the people call themselves on my planet.”

“Planet is as round as this ball?”

“Yes, only bigger. So big it is nearly impossible to imagine.”

“Woah! And the ‘Humans’ look nearly like us?”

I nodded. “Only a lot bigger than you.”

“Bigger than my dad?”

“They’re same as tall as I am.”

“Are they also same as warm as you are?” Asked Derik while taking gently my left hand.

I wonder, are they?

“Eirin?”

“I don’t know.”

“Why don’t you know?”

“You’re too young to understand.” I explained and grined.

“I want to understand.”

“In time you will.” I promised. Quickly I turned away from young Derik; Gallagh came walking up to me with a suspicious glare.

His expression was stern with a hint of dislike. “Mareiah wants to see you now in the meeting hall. It’s urgent.” He gave in a cold and almost monotone voice like a soldier from my world.

With a nod I responded and headed towards the hall. Gallagh followed close behind me. Soon we were at the hall, but it looked nothing like a hall, rather a cave deep under the ground. In the center a huge lamp hung just barely from the ceiling, due to my calculations it could fall any minute yet something holds it up, perhaps a cable. Beneath it stood a metallic chair and table. Around the cave along the walls lay tumbled rocks in their natural shape; many people were sitting already on few of the rocks. A soft murmur echoed from the walls. Many people gave to me a questioned glare, others suspicious like Gallagh. Suddenly someone gently pulled my right hand. I looked down.

It was young Derik. "Sit with me."

"No! He has to stay here. Go along and sit with your father." Gallagh ordered harshly and angered to Derik. Why does he have to be so harsh?

"There you are Eirin. Thank you Gallagh for bringing him here." Spoke Mareiha.

"It was nothing." Responded Gallagh relieved with a grin.

Mareiha quickly took my hand and lead me to another part of the hall. "I beg you only to watch and listen when the time starts." She nearly whispered and walked over to a group of men and women who stood by the metallic chair and table.

"Everyone quiet please! Let there be order and clearance here! Please silence!" Announced a man while hammering a stone on the table; it gave a clear metallic clang sound across the hall.

I remained still behind the audience, providing my fullest attention and eager to know what will happen. Since the announcement all the people became quiet and focused to the man.

"Thank you. Our great leaders have decided to discuss publicly about an old situation that has been on going for decades. The reason that made us rebels, all because of the Masters." He gave pause. Immediately a murmur rose from the audience, some even yelled with a negative tone.

"Order! Our five trustee and respected leaders will bring this all and for once a clearance. High leader Adrian, Mareiah, Moto, Gale and Jessaline!"

The audience gave a roaring applause to the leaders that my acoustics stung although I was at the very back. Mareiah gave a brief glance to me. In her eyes I sensed some unsteadiness. She took a deep breath and looked around her cheering audience. Then all the leaders quickly unstrapped their belt with weapons and handed them to the announcer. The announcer placed them gently on the metallic table.

The leader Adrian wasn't a tall man, had nearly a baldhead but one or two inches long blonde hair grew from the scalp. In the distance it appeared nearly like light bulb. He had a thick golden brown moustache upon his upper lip and a deep scar was visible from the corner of the right eyebrow down to the protruding cheekbone.

Moto, an Asian with long pitch-black hair resting on his shoulders and wearing the same black diving suit like everyone else here. Standing right beside Mareiah, gave the appearance that he is taller. He was the tallest and his statue very slim compared to other leaders.

I was surprised that there is another female leader in the rebels. Jessaline looked older than Mareiah and taller. What was special about her was the hair, they were grey like silver. Due to her face, she can't be that old to receive grey hair, yet. Perhaps she is one of those people who starts to grey earlier than others do. Her long silver wavy hair were tied to loose ponytail behind her left ear. Few short hairs tangled gently upon her pale face and covered neck. Her dark brown eyes wandered across the hall with a proud air.

Gale appeared to be about the same age as Moto. His height was between Adrian's and Moto’s. For a young man he had very strong and short curls in a dark chestnut colour. His mouth and jaw were clean-shaven and had broad shoulders compared to the other men. His arms were crossed and his eyes were hidden in the shadows of the sockets, which gave an eerie and strong appearance.

Gale stepped out, letting his strong arms hang relaxed. With a firm manly and calm voice he spoke. "We all know why we are here. To survive and someday pay back the Masters what they have done to our ancestors and us! Now time has been questioned, how long do we have to wait? When has the right time come? I'd say the time is now! If we wait longer, then soon we might not remember why in the first place we are hiding. Especially now when we have enough men to fight and enough weapons to use."

Many people cheered and agreed to his words. Gale stepped back in the same position as before.

Mareiah stepped out and immediately fell silence in the hall again. "Strong words Gale but some are too strong. With the time, we need a few weeks to be prepared and make out a good plan. Last month I found something extraordinary which may be of great use, but alas it will need more time in order to use it for our battle against the Masters."

There was a murmur in the audience. "What is it?" Called a man from the crowd.

"A creature that has similarity of the Masters but it is not related to them or created. It is one of its own kind. Coming from a different world, living the similar position as we do." Answered Mareiah, she walked towards me. Took gently my hand and brought me onto the platform. What is she doing?

Many people gasped to my sight. Some gave cries of fear or anger. I began to feel uneasy. Shall I move or freeze at the spot? What shall I do? The leaders stared at me with widened eyes.

"His name is Eirin! He is peaceful!" Shouted Mariah trying to calm the crowd.

It was no use, many stood up, their hands balled to fists and called negative tones. Some even aggressive.

"Order! Order!" Demanded the announcer hammering he stone on the table. Soon the crowd calmed down.

"Do you know what you are saying and trusting to? Usually I never question your leadership Mareiah, but this." Moto stepped up pointing to me and walked around me to have a closer look. Although the tallest he was still small to me. Slowly I crouched to give a respective appearance.

He winced back few steps. "Interesting." He murmured quietly to himself. "Can it talk?" He asked to Mareiah.

She looked at me, from her eyes I had the feeling I could answer his question.

"Yes I do, including thinking and feeling." I responded to him.

Moto blinked at me of surprise. "A Master that can feel?"

"It is not a Master! It is one of a kind from a different world. Uncanny the same like the robots before the Masters, the peaceful ones." Interrupted a familiar voice amongst the crowd. Soon Jarvis stepped onto the platform. Although old he had surprising strength of energy.

"Jarvis! Step back, this is not your quarrel, it is everyone's!" Called the announcer firmly walking up to him.

"Indeed it is, but I stand up for Eirin. He reminds me of the long forgotten times before the Masters. Where we people lived in harmony together with robots. Elders like me do you remember? Simon, do you my old friend? A time where we didn't fight and when there were complications we talked about it and solved it peacefully. We called the robots Eirin what means peace. They were the sort of robots that could think and feel on its own, nearly like we do. Only he is from a different world." Spoke Jarvis to the crowd, Simon and then to the leaders.

"It could a spy sent by the Masters, they found him amongst the scraps and decided to send it here." Called Jessaline suspiciously pointing at me. Few people in the crowd gave an agreeable tone.

"He is not! I mean look at him! Does it look like the works of the Masters?" Asked Mariah to the crowd and leaders. There was utter silence in hall. "On the first day he approached, he saved a child from being harmed. He told me about his world called Earth. He was a slave there and the people were in the size like he was. He didn't have a name; he was only called "robot" or "it". Look at us, we are no different than him."

"We don't have wires as veins nor cogs that tic in our torso." Noted Adrian.

"Aside from the appearance Eirin is no different than us." Spoke Mariah.

There was silence in the hall; a heavy sort of silence one can almost hear one's breathing.

A fast feeling began to rise inside me, is it fear? I looked at my hands, they were slightly trembling.

Moto gasped with widened eyes. "It does feel." He whispered.

"Coming back to the main point, I don't see how useful it can be for the battle." Noted Adrian. "Especially when it needs time, time for what? Prepare?"

"Yes but what also comes into question is if he wants to help us. After all we can't force him." Remarked Mareiah.

"Force him? I would rather question if it will deliver us right into the hands to the Masters. And then after hard tortures that we can barely live, throw us into the hard life of slavery and more tortures. Force him? I'd rather finish him!" Called Gale, his fists clenching.

"Harm him? Has he done any harm to us?" Questioned Mareiah to Gale angered, her cheeks flushed.

"Not till now. It may all be a part of their plan." Hissed Gale back.

"What about you? So eager to attack, are you perhaps a member of the Masters?" Gave Mareiah.

"Woah! Mareiah, do you know what you are saying?" Adrian held Mareiah back from attacking Gale with her bare hands.

Gale's angered expression had turned immediately to astonishment.

"We are the chosen leaders, none of us could be a spy of the Masters." Added Adrian while slowly letting Mareiah go.

"Where is your proof Adrian? Where is the proof that Eirin is a spy?" Asked Mareiah. "At desperate times we just have to trust our inner instincts and feelings and I've done that to Eirin. It turned out fine."

"I hope in history our downfall will not be caused by your inner feelings." Snapped Gale as he collected himself again.

"It will not happen!"

"Where's your proof in that?" He snapped.

"It lies in the unknown future, how can I prove something that hasn't happened yet!" Mariah gave an annoyed sigh. "I'm leaving, this argument leads us nowhere." She began to walk towards the end of the platform.

"You're not leaving and that includes the others, we agreed on clearing this argument once and for all." Halted the announcer, gripping tightly to her hand.

"How, if you please tell me when every leader is against me, how can we win the battle? Knowing it is worth to stand and fight and if necessary sacrifice our lives. In this position, everything is nothing!"

"There is a chance, let the others speak. With the special Master you are far ahead than the others." Explained Simon calmly and guided her back to the other leaders.

"Then it seems the time isn't right yet, but it is soon. We have to hold our eagerness. Why give it a chance with that different Master? It could be of great use then in battle." Noted Jessaline calmly.

The others agreed all but one, Gale. His dark brown eyes gleamed at me as if I were a threat to him and then to Mareiha. Strangely an uneasy feeling grew in my chest and some concern for the future.