(A/N: Random one-shot about what would happen if Delta's sentient part became too vulnerable.)

The large, bulking silhouette slowly stumbled through a long, dark corridor with heavy steps. Its two arms were hanging by its side, one of the hands holding what looked like it was a weapon. The other hand held nothing, but a few sparks of electricity danced around it, as if the hand was a broken lamp and the circuit was frying. The holes on the helmet of the big creature glowed a faint yellow, as if it represented the life force of the being.

The creation moaned. A deep, rumbling sound that could just as wel have come from a whale. The grip around the handle of the weapon it was holding loosened by the second, and if it didnt tighten its grip, it would drop it. However, it didn't seem as if it would care right now.

Maniacal cackling was heard, coming deep from within anoher corridor. Ignoring it, the stumbling robot-like creation rounded a corner, stepping into a bath of cold light. It grunted lowly as it lifted it head slightly. Nothing moved within its line of sight, but it was sort of grateful for that. In the condition it was right now, it wouldn't be very successful in fighting an enemy.

Despite its wish to be left alone, another silhouette appeared at the en of the corridor. It was signifantly smaller, looked a lot more human, and held what seemed to be a pipe of some sort. The robot-like creation noticed the threat and instinctively raised both its arms, readying its weapons, almost as if someone had commanded it to do so. The silhouette at the end of the corridor seemed to hesitate slightly, as if realising that its apparent target was a threat, before it charged.

The humanoid, a simple splicer, got the first hit in. The pipe connected with the visor of the robot as the splicer roared triumphantly. The hulking powerhouse impulsively swung its right arm as an attempt to hit the enemy with its weapon, but the offending splicer leaped backwards, dodging the attack, before moving in for another attack. This time, the pipe hit one of the shoulders, the brute force behind it causing the armor to become dented. The carrier of the armor moaned in pain as it again swung the weapon, missing the attacker's head by a foot. Laughing in a provocative manner, the splicer hit once more, again smashing the visor and causing a crack to appear in it.

The Big Daddy stumbled backwards by the onslaught, disoriented. Its mind wasn't at all focused as of now, but it was astray instead, thinking of many other things. Its life in the city called Rapture. Its proposed duty of protecting what they called ''the Little Sisters''. Its seemed role of a mindless killer without any sense of remorse or compassion or anything. So many things.

The splicer attacked again, and again, and again. And every time it attacked, small pieces of the Big Daddy flew off as it was rendered unable to retaliate. A few of the lamps on the visor had completely gone out, and noticeable marks had appeared on its armour. It tried to get its focus on the enemy, as it had done so many times before, but it was in vain.

Its mind wasn't focused. It was thinking about so many things.