Goodbye Innocence, Hello Humanity
Not really a 1984fanfic, but there are a lot of references to it and in a way the themes are alike. There's also a bit of Ghost in the Shell philosophy and references and some Philip K. Dick thrown in as well. It's going to be split up into a few really short chapters, I think.
"We are the dead," she told him. Orwell again.
"Do you mean You or Me?" he asked. She shrugged.
"You, Me, Both of Us. Who knows?" Her confusion twisted her perfectly-formed features. He hated these days. So he asked her the question he always did when she was like this.
"Are you malfunctioning again? Do you need a reboot?"
Something like fear flickered over her face, but only for a second. He must have imagined it; after all, he reminded himself for the millionth time, she can't feel.
"All systems are functioning properly. There is no need to reboot."
He sighed. Sometimes it was so easy to forget she was a robot. It was days like these when he had to rationalize. She probably just knew that he had been rereading 1984for the twentieth time. It wouldn't have been hard for her to search for the quote. He used the same thought process every time. This didn't explain her answer when he asked her whether she meant humans or robots (excuse him, androids. The term "robot" was apparently offensive.) He hated thinking this. It made her seem too human. A robot (android) can't be angsty; she can't think about her own existence. She can't. Can she?
