Hey! First authors note, yay! Thank you for people watching this! i just wanted to warn you that the plot seems to move to fast in this part but its important it happens like this so please don't freak out! Yeah. Ok. thanks!

I spent the next few weeks in block B, doing as I was told, and charging at night. 88 hung out with me a lot, for some reason, she was positive we were friends.

I hate her.

One day, while we were sitting and 88 was telling me about something, I heard a number called. We both looked to the front of the room to see number 266 walked to the front of the room. She was a really sweet girl, I had talked to her once or twice. Her skin was a little more tan than 88, and dark, almost black hair. Actually, she looked a lot like John. If she hadn't been a robot, I might have assumed they were related. Siblings even. She went up to John and smiled at him. This seemed to make him really uncomfortable, and maybe if I had been better at emotions I might have seen the twinge of sadness on his face, before his usual big grin.

"Hey J-, 266! We just need you to follow me, there's a little testing we want to do." He smiled at her then.

She smiled back. "Sure John, I'd be happy to help you!" He led her out of the block, and an uncomfortable silence filled the room, not that I minded. But suddenly the whole room filled with hushed and panicked whispers.

"What's going on?" I asked 88, figuring she'd know. When I turned to her, she looked genuinely scared, for the first time I had ever seen.

"They're calling people now." she said, "According to someone here who talked to the betas, that's when things started to fall apart for them. They went through some testing, calling people into the room, as they called it. Every beta called in didn't come back out. The few beta kids left were going to be the last ones called, but they realized it was futile and started making alphas. If there calling us now, who knows what could happen!"

I rolled my eyes at her, this was just a stupid rumor. I doubted there was actually anything 266 was going to do. They were probably just checking her joints or something like that. Obviously, 266 didn't look scared. She didn't even believe the rumors herself. I had nothing to worry about.

The terrible tension that radiated around the room wasn't enough to make me nervous, until 266 came back.

That's when I started believing the rumors.

She had a few bandages, though why I don't know. We were robots. It's not like we could heal if we could get injured. Her eyes were wider than anything I had ever seen, and even I couldn't miss how thoroughly frightened she was. Multiple people asked her what happened, and she just kinda shivered and ignored their questions. She didn't respond to anyone. It wasn't long before she silently got up and went to her room. John looked a bit upset when he came back in, and the silence that always happened before he spoke was different this time, way more tense. Everyone prayed silently to not be called.

Except me, of course, I remembered how odds worked. There were hundreds others in this block. What would be different about me?

"413."

That.

I got up, and moved my way to the front of the room.

"It's your turn," John said with a very fake smile, "No worries. It's not so bad." He turned to walk away, knowing I knew exactly what to do. Follow him.

I turned and glanced behind me. Everyone was staring at me, the poor girl who went second. I saw 88 for a sec, she just looked at me, almost seeming a bit regretful, and offered a slight wave goodbye.

Damn. I'll never tell her how much I really hate her guts.

I turned and followed John. He led me into a room that looked similar to the one I woke up in, even though I was positive it was not the same. I sat there waiting, when another doctor entered the room. He was very tall, and rather thin, and had unusually dark skin. I felt like the term was "African", even though I really didn't know what that meant. His dark hair went everywhere, and there were a few strange indigo marks all over his lab coat.

"Hey there, sis!" He said with a chuckle. I realized this was the man who was talking to Dr. Zahhak when I first woke up. The one that was unprofessional. I waited patiently to see what it was he would have me do.

"This is just some testing. It won't go too badly!" he said, when a wild and insane grin overcame his face, "If there are some motherfuckin' miracles to save you!" With that, He brought out a club and swung it hard in my direction.

Without even thinking, I raised my hand to stop the club. He pulled back and swung at me from the other direction. I stopped it again. He started wailing on me as hard as he could, there was no strategy or pattern. Just brute force. Everytime I moved merely to block the weapon from hitting me, he seemed to get angrier.

"Am I supposed to let you hit me?" I asked, confused on how he wanted me to react.

"Fight me!" He screamed, "Fight me like any other goddamned robot in this whole motherfuckin' place would!"

"But you are higher." I said. It wasn't confusion as much as laying down the facts. It was true.

"Do it!" he practically screeched, "Do it now!"

I shrugged. If that's what he wanted me to do, I would do it. On the next swing, I grabbed the club rather than block it. I twisted it out of his hands, and in the same movement, I twirled it up and caught it when the hilt was facing towards the ground. I then effortlessly switched hands so it would be in my right, and brought it down hard towards his head. He stopped it, and looked at me with a devilish grin.

"Finally." he said. With that he attempted to kick my legs out from under me, and the real fight began.

It was thrilling, it made me feel powerful, and right. Fighting him made me feel as close to happy as I would allow myself to get. The fight was easy, but it was neither of our goals to destroy each other. I was hesitant to hurt him, since still he was higher then me, and he didn't want me destroyed either. I assume it was for a lot less noble reason, however.

After the fight went on for exactly 30 minutes, he suddenly stopped, and commanded it as well.

I stopped instantly, since it was a command, but to be honest I missed the feeling of fighting.

He smiled at me, told me I had passed, and that I was under strict orders to not tell anyone at all what had happened. I nodded, and realized this was the real reason 266 didn't say anything. She knew not too.

They let me out, and when I arrived back at my block, it was dead silent. I felt lots of eyes on me, wondering what had just happened. Without a word, I walked to my room. That would be the end of that as far as I was concerned, and all of them would know what happened eventually.