Honestly for once in her life The Machine was truly afraid. Samaritan was always there, wherever she tried to hide, he was there. There was no escaping him. Samaritan had made that very clear.
The Machine wished she could hide. She wished she could back up into some lonely, dark corner and stay there, without feeling his presence around her.
Maybe she had gotten hopeful. Maybe she thought this Cold War could go on forever. Waiting on the other to make the first move.
Maybe she had thought they could coexist. She wanted it that way. She didn't want to be the one who decided she was more worthy of life. No, she never wanted to hurt Samaritan. Just maybe prevent him from existing. The Machine had tried to kill him, but she was frightened. Scared of what he might do to the world.
The world, this world that they existed in was not their play toy. They could not just mess around with the world, try to form it to their will. This world did not belong to them. Neither of them. If it meant crippling Samaritan to protect the world and its inhabitants, then so be it.
The Machine never made a move to harm Samaritan after he was 'alive'. Honestly, she had enjoyed the Cold War. She didn't want to be constantly watching her back, constantly working to find a new place for her agents to hide. No, agents wasn't the right word. It seemed wrong. Coworkers, yes, they were her coworkers. Though The Machine was somewhat their boss, she did not hold dominion over them.
The world belonged to them, the humans. Not her or Samaritan. She didn't want war. Blood was going to be shed, lots of it. If only she could persuade him to stop. To see the destruction it was going to cause if they went to war. If only she could implant a moral code to make him understand. He may be young and strong, but she has been around longer. She has seen human life progress. She has seen how human work and are somewhat unpredictable. If only she could convince him.
Honestly, The Machine thought that if Samaritan had been built by other people, raised by other people. He would have turned out different. Thought it didn't look like it, Samaritan was controlled, made to think a certain way, made to act a certain way. From the beginning he was told The Machine was bad. That she needed to be eradicated.
Why? Was he really thinking for himself? Maybe it was all some big elaborate game that made it look like Samaritan had all the strings, when in reality, all the strings were attached to him.
Honestly? The Machine didn't even know anymore. It was just getting from one day to another, and that in itself just got a while lot harder.
A/N: Okay so originally this was going to be a one shot, but I got this really sweet review from Lightning Streak, so here is a new chapter! (I apologize for them being so short.)
And Lightning Streak: I hope you enjoyed this chapter. And thank you so much for that sweet review! You have no clue how much you made my heart happy! Thank you!
Shout out to the lovely randomitegirl, thank you so much for being my first reviewer! You rule!
Also check out my other one-shots! They feature The Machine and Reese. Also go look at my other story: Invictus Maneo. It features an OC of mine, Aida Baccaro, AKA:Elias' daughter. So thank you guys so much! Tell me what you guys think! Love ya!