Geth don't dream, but they think. They think even when they rest and never stop.
Geth can't feel, so they can't get scared. Right?
Whenever she lay down to rest, to calm herself and think the thoughts always came back. She supposed she brought it on herself. But they still scared her.
Prime Unit 789178973 , was scared.
She was ashamed to even admit to having feelings, it was very un-geth of her. But she reasoned that she gave up part of her Geth-hood the day she gave herself a name, and started to give herself a gender. She was now Vermilion a female-based Geth. She sighed as she looked around.
The same room with the other Primes. She wondered why she stayed here, she no longer felt she deserved it. She wondered if she should try to rest and save her energy, but then the thoughts would return. She knew that they were technically nightmares, but dared not to call them so.
She stood up, walking to the balcony of the facility. It put a pulse of fear go through her. She knew the Old Machines were watching. She knew their former gods were waiting for the right time to come again. She wondered how long it might be. 300 out of her 350 programs agreed in the fact that they were coming very soon.
She moved forward, looking up at the stars of Rannoch's sky. She agreed they were beautiful, but did not comfort her. She already knew that the old machines still wished to use her species. She wished not to think of them any longer, they...frightened her. She knew she stood no chance, they all knew they had no chance against the machines.
She sighed once more and decided to go and rest her body. She moved to the ground, knees up to her chest. She looked around, she saw no other units nearby. She moved her legs to make room for her head and shut down all movements.
Her thoughts came back. They would be a dream, if not for the lack of visuals.
UNIT 789178973 YOU HAVE BETRAYED YOUHAVE BETRAYED YOUR PEOPLE. YOU ARE NO LONGER A GETH.
DO NOT DARE CALL YOURSELF A SYNTHETIC.
YOU ARE A DISGRACE!
YOU ARE POWERLESS TO STOP US!
She started to shake, feeling empty and powerless. Whenever her thoughts turned to the old machines the feeling of them ripping her own body from her came flooding to her. It was a sick sour feeling when they took you, and if she were an organic would have been crying long ago.
But it happened as it did every rest period, she gave in and let the memories and haunt terrorize her many consciousnesses.