Chapter 10

The living quarters were small. No bigger than 30x30. There was a bed, more like a cot really, a small desk, a chair, and a cryotube chamber. Gamma analyzed that the chamber would increase ones energy quicker than it would to simply shut down and 'sleep'. 'Perfect' She thought to herself. She didn't really need physical objects.

Gamma walked over to the cot and sat down. It creaked slightly, the bards bending to the new weight that was added to it. It must have been a used cot for it to creak like it did, but Gamma wasn't picky. Without a second thought, she brought her knees up and twisted her body around by 80. Now she was completely on the makeshift bed beneath her. She tilted her head downwards, staring at the white cloth beneath her. Once her eyes rotated and zoned in, she could tell its components; 25% nylon, %15 polyester, and 60% cotton. 'Odd.' Why did reploids need such things anyways?

She shoved the thought aside. Instead, she reconciled on the days events again. She had a lot to process. The word 'hunter' crossed her memory board and she pondered on it. What did 'hunters' do anyways, and what was the difference between them and 'mavericks'? Zero had even called X a hunter. He had also called mavericks 'rabble-rousers. Perhaps hunters were the good guys and mavericks were the bad ones. That seemed like the most logical explanation she could come up with. She made a mental note to ask the red reploid about it later, and how she could become one to.

Helping seemed like an important task she could help with. She didn't really know what else she was capable of anyways. She even wondered if trying to help them would ease some of the tension that had stirred in the base concerning her interrogation. That tension wasn't a good feeling anyways. It made her electronic joints hurt and burn, like someone had lit a match under a fuse just waiting to go off. It was high unpleasant and aggravating.

Gamma changed her thoughts out within three seconds after that, trying to remember more important things. She recalled a question that had been asked of her during the 'interrogation'. 'Do you know what your main purpose is, Gamma?' That was what had been asked of her. Gamma, of course, had answered with a simple, but truthful 'no'. She didn't know what her purpose was, hell she didn't know much of anything really. Everything was completely new to her, and it was a lot to process and make sense of, but once she got started it was difficult to stop.

She wanted to think more on later things, and answer some questions that she had asked of herself. Why was X so emotional? "Perhaps it is in his programming to be emotional. Perhaps that is a trait of his, much like humans have. Why do the other reploids here not have that emotion though? Strange…very strange." She mumbled to herself. She tried her best to ignore the rusty metal sound that escaped her processors, but it wasn't that easy.

Another question came up in her head, and she concentrated on it for a longer period of time. 'Why does she look so…different?' She remembered this question being asked while she was still in the reploid storage device, or pod as she called it.

Why was she so different? The other reploids were built bigger. Their arms and legs were almost twice the size of their upper arms and legs. Gamma looked so thin, and very lanky. She remembered someone calling her 'humanistic'. Did that mean she looked like a human? Gamma knew the definition of a human. It was the simple word for Homo sapien. Humans were fleshy creatures with beating hearts. They were civalized people who could walk and talk just like reploids, but they had chemicals in them that made them lively and energetic. They had thought processors called brains that worked even better than a reploid's mind, but they were much more vunerable in life than reploids. They had colored strands coming out of almost every inch of their flesh to. Reploids must have been based off of humans then. But why? And how come Gamma looked like a human in a sense?

Four thirteen seconds she pondered on it. Finally, her head lifted about 5 and she blinked. Realization dawned on her again. "Perhaps humans are not as strong as reploids. Perhaps reploids are meant to protect them from 'mavericks'…" Her head tilted, the wirings curving again into a more suitable place. "Yes. That makes sense. That makes quite a bit of sense…"

Gamma seemed to like the idea of helping humans. It seemed like a purpose, and it seemed like a good one at that. "Hunters protect humans…from mavericks. Mavericks destroy things. Mavericks are evil, not good." She told herself, trying to think a bit more quickly. "Zero and X are both hunters. They help the human race to live? That is most probable." She nodded to herself, making tiny note in her systems here and there. They would be important later on probably.

'35% of energy remaining in core systems. Shut down will commence in three minutes. Weaponry bases now disabled.'

The voice from before went off. Gamma sighed as the moved. Her turned her body onto its side, lying back down so she was now at a 180 line. She stared at the wall that was perpendicular to the cot. It was duller than the walls in the hallways. It wasn't as shiny or bright, but it was a wall, plain and simple.

Gamma wanted to compare herself to that wall. She was different, but she wanted to be considered a reploid nonetheless. At that thought, she came across a decision. Perhaps there was a way to make that happen. Maybe, just maybe, X and Zero would help her in the request she would soon make. Without a moment of hesitation, she accepted the decision.

'Systems now shutting down. Visualization and voice processors will disable in three seconds. Core systems now going into sleep mode.'

Gamma uttered five more words in a low-pitched voice, before she fell back into a sleep like state, "I will become a hunter."

End New Beginning, Part I of IV.