XJ9 flexed her fingers once more and could imagine the gun in her hands. Just thinking about it all made her trigger finger twitch. Her hand was practically black and green in the dark of the room and the monitor's soft glow. The glitchy old thing was playing a cartoon to fill in runtime for the early hours. She didn't know much about the show as she hadn't been paying attention to it, but she was grateful for it being on. Even though her eyes and thoughts were focused on her gun hand, she liked the sound of the character's voices.
It was soothing in a way to hear a little bit of sound, and another's voice in the background. It made her feel like she wasn't the only one there really. Yes, she knew her mom was somewhere in the house, either asleep or working on something, but hearing another voice besides hers was nice. She looked up and all around the room for a moment. She loved the monitors really, they showed her such fascinating places outside, but she couldn't help but want not only to see them but hear them. Would every single city sound the same? Did they all have the same noises and voices echoing and calling out across their streets?
Everyone must have their own voice, but when grouped altogether, did all become nothing but one big voice? She scratched her head at her train of thought, before stopping lowering her hand down to her neck and mouth. Would her voice be swallowed up into the swarm of everyone else's' as well? She frowned. Yeah, right, as if she'd ever had a voice at this rate. The only sound that croaked out of her throat was that, a croak.
Strange mangled sounds while she cried where the only sounds that she seemed to have. Having a voice and talking just seemed so far away at the moment. If only it were as easy as everything else. As easy as pulling the trigger had been. Her finger twitched in a way that was growing familiar now. XJ9 stared back down at her hands and fell into another train of thoughts.
Why couldn't she stop thinking about the gun? Why did her hand suddenly seem to demand to be armed and ready at a moment's notice? This hadn't happened before, so why was it happening now? Something deep in her programming seemed to be crawling slowly up to the front of thoughts, and she wasn't sure what it was. Some part of her mind that wanted to shoot the gun and hit every target in her path. It wasn't a bad feeling, she guessed, but she still wanted to know why she felt it.
Her brain started searching with the keyword gun, and what came with it was a mixed bag of facts and opinions. She wasn't quite sure how to go about it, so she looked at more keywords tied to it. One particular word set off the back part of her brain, and she stopped on it. 'Violence,' now why was that word important to her? She searched for the definition—violence- behavior involving physical force intended to hurt, damage, or kill someone or something.
It was then she realized she had seen that word once before as it was used in the definition of 'fight.' 'Fight' was the thing she had to do with the mysterious person one day. Yet, she didn't quite understand, though. The guns she had were only for targets and such, not for fighting. She had just found a bad search. A fight someone occurring to the videos looked terrible, and violence seemed terrible, but there was no harm with shooting targets. After all, she didn't want to shoot anything but her target, so what else could there be to hit?
She would've debated it more, but was stopped by a big yawn. She supposed it was about time she went back to bed. She bopped the monitor on the top of it and let it go back to static before trudging on to her bed. She flopped on down to it and plugged in her charger again. As her eyes started to dim and anything slowly grew dark, she took one more glance over all the screens. All the places and different people filled her vision. She wished she could hear their chatter even if she didn't think she'd ever been apart. Who knows maybe could amaze them with her target shooting abilities. Yeah, perhaps they would be so impressed with her skills that they would forget about her not being able to talk. With that last thought, XJ9 fell asleep and hoped to shoot targets the next day.
Author's Note- Thank you for reading! Sorry, this chapter is a bit short. Please leave a review they really help me keep writing.