what have i done though i did not pull the trigger i built the gun that he holds in his hand last night i dreamed i climbed to the top of a mountain of metal for miles i could see the destruction of man i will not be the father of death darling emily everything that i have done i have done for you but it s turned out all wrong can i take it back can i turn off this machine before it destroys everything i ve loved i will find a way to make this right i will find a way emily i will not be the father of death emily stanton climbed the stairs to her beloved s apartment a folded letter in her hand tom had been so busy with his work these last few months they d barely seen one another this instead was how they d communicated the door at the top of the stairs was cracked open she called out to tom as she entered the darkened room a man was bent over the desk rummaging through the drawers frantically it was albert wily he turned startled and looked at emily the hint of a smile crossed his face he motioned not at emily but at the figure standing in the shadows behind her the machine shut the door obediently what are you doing here i m not going anywhere he will be everything that a man is supposed to be if the shadow blocks out the sun there will be light if it stays till the sun is set there will be light if the sun never shows its face again there will be light no matter how dark the city gets there will be  albert wily s eyes grew cold as emily s rejection of him became clear he turned to the machine standing at the door and quickly slid his finger across his own throat the robot moved silently towards emily as wily slid through the window onto the fire escape and into the streets below emily ran to the window following his escape but the machine was too quick its cold hands caught the soft flesh of her arm she opened her mouth to scream but the warm tearing of a cold blade across her neck aborted the sound even as thomas light climbed the stairs to his apartment he sensed something was wrong he opened the door crossed through and locked it behind him as his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room the first thing he made out was a red light pulsing slowly on the fire escape a moment passed as light tried to reconcile the image of a machine he d just left at his workshop with the figure now towering outside his window his gaze drifted from the shaded helmet of the machine to its hand and to the knife it gripped dripping deep crimson droplets onto the toe of its black boots the machine tossed the knife in through the window and leapt to the ground below light s eyes followed the arc of the blade to the floor to emily sirens approached in the distance thomas held his darling emily in his arms pulling her close to his chest shaking silently footsteps rang out from the stairwell a fist rapped violently against the door thomas didn t notice he slowly brushed the hair from emily s face and kissed her forehead a single tear falling from his own eyes to hers in her hand a folded letter with his name scrawled carelessly on the front the sound of the door splintering finally shook light from his mournful reverie he pocketed the note and lowered his love to the ground as he inched slowly to the edge of the open window his actions were met with the hollow click of rounds being loaded into chambers he began howling incoherently to the policemen about renegade robots and red lights in blast shields the only responses he received were nervous faces and fingers inching toward triggers in grief and desperation light turned and threw himself from the window shots shattered the hush of the sleeping city light s tumbling body flattened the roof of a car parked below the air was thrust from his lungs his right arm was shattered but he was alive he rolled from the car onto the shards of glass lying on the street below shredding his hands and knees gasping for air and retching violently on the pavement for the first time in his life not thinking about the future light scrambled to his feet and disappeared into the darkness1