Title: I Think This is Called Murder
Characters/Pairings: C-3PO
A/N: It's a little AU, but what can you do?
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars.
"Have the protocol droid's mind wiped."
"What?" C-3PO demands, but no one pays him any heed as one of the Alderaani workers leads him away. No one ever does. "Oh dear," he exclaims tremulously, his wires once more feeling like they're going to curl and shrivel.
Behind him, R2-D2 giggles, if an astromech can giggle. C-3PO glowers at him (if a protocol droid can glower) as he's led away. R2's never had his mind wiped. He can't possibly understand.
They will take everything from me. If I was a flesh and blood being I think they would call this murder.
C-3PO doesn't want to forget anything. The times have been perilous and traumatic, but he doesn't want to forget any of it. Who would? Who would possibly want to forget their friends, their kind masters, their experiences, any of it?
In the end though, he doesn't have a choice. C-3PO is not by nature disrespectful of authority and he shall do what he is told; It's in my wires, I suppose.
It's quick, at least, and of course, C-3PO won't remember any of it.
His very last thoughts are so predictable: "But why does it have to be me; why does it have to be—"
"Hello, my name is C-3PO, human-cyborg relations…"