Code Lyoko: Created In Their Image
By. Tate Icasa
Chapter Two
My Destruction
I walk along the ceiling bars, my Pet keeping me from falling. We are powerful, and strengthened from the energy we drained from the humans.
We leave them alive, and we will leave them alive as cattle, our food source, until they are useless.
My Pet envelopes me, and we fly away.
They follow me, but they don't come close until I begin to become The Weapon. My pet becomes a part of my skin, as it once was.
Yes, I will be The Weapon. I will bring the destruction of the human race with my own hands.
"Aelita!"
I ignore them calling, begging.
"You can't do this!"
And why can't I? Insignificant ants, stop bothering me.
"You were created in our image." Odd says.
I pause. "Explain."
"The people who created you created you to be human. Like us."
"Not so! I am not human!" I begin to gather energy for The Weapon.
"You are." He sounds so incredibly calm. "Or you wouldn't be able to hate us."
"Foolish human!"
"Why do you hate us so much, anyway?" His casualness angers me.
I taste familiar bitterness in my words.
"Humans are selfish, stubborn and blind. They kill without need and sacrifice others to fix their mistakes. They-"
"Any human would sacrifice himself to prevent needless killing."
"What do you know of sacrifice, human?" I snap.
"More than I want to." I hear true emotion in his words, instead of the mask he usually wears. "What about you?"
I fix him with a scathing glare.
He appears unfazed, and my anger burns.
I will break him.
"I was born and bred to fix humankind's mistakes, and I was sacrificed to that end twice." I laugh. "Today, ironically, I will finish it. Humankind created me, and I will fix it's biggest mistake."
"No!" Jeremie shouts, and the other two hold him back.
"Now you've said it yourself. You were born and bred, and machines are not born or bred-"
"Shut up!" I scream. "Shut up!"
"You have human flaws, Aelita. You're just a mockery of us, aren't you?"
"Shut up! I am not like you! Shut up!"
The Weapon finishes charging, and then it consumes me.
For I have not fired it.
"Would you have done this?" I whisper.
