"That's why I wanted one alive. I intend to find out." She looked to the remaining soldier clutching his neck on the ground. Walking over to him she raised her sword and planted it in the ground, barely missing the other side of his neck. "So creature... Tell us, what is your species called..." The human obviously had trouble replying, but he wasn't about to avoid such a simple question for his life.<br/><br/>"My... My species? My species is human..."<br/><br/>It sounded familiar to her, and for some reason the mention of it didn't give her a sense of understanding. Instead, she was filled with anger, hate even. "I feel like I should hate you... How are we different?"<br/><br/>Again the human seemed confused, but certainly not willing to die hiding what wasn't a secret to him. "We... We aren't at all the same. You're machines, aren't you? We have been preparing for your return for hundreds of years!"<br/><br/>"Return? Where have we been for hundreds of years? And why did we leave?" She wasn't as interested in the fact he had called them machines as much as she wanted to know why she was so sure they were enemies.<br/><br/>"You... You really don't know? Hundreds of years ago our scientists created machines as smart as humans... Or so they thought. Our people were afraid, and demanded they be destroyed. But when they tried, the machines fought back instantly. It was a one sides conflict. We could not harm your kind with our weapons. We were losing so badly, we couldn't win a single bit of the conflict. Finally we prepared our super weapons. We were sure it would end it all... But what we didn't see coming was such a quick response. Our weapons were sabatoged, and we never knew. When we set a few to launch, they all did. And they launched at us... Not at you. As our own weapons of mass destruction descended on us, your kind fled the surface. You were long gone by time our world was shattered. For hundreds of years we have struggled because of your kind. Nurturing a dying world, always looking over our shoulders for your return! We have prepared for this day... The day you would return to finish the job!"<br/><br/>That didn't sound right. "And so five of us came? You must be a pretty pathetic people if that's all we need. But I feel we're here for another reason."<br/><br/>He visibly flinched at that, and immediately avoided eye contact. "It doesn't take a machine to see you know something. Tell us!"<br/><br/>He started to sweat. It was easy to get to this man... Or was it.<br/><br/>"I... I would never tell your kind such a thing! You'll have to kill me!"<br/><br/>Scarlet lifted the sword immediately, swinging it up over her head. "I believe you. We'll find another who will." The sword dropped quickly, and the man broke.<br/><br/>"PLEASE PLEASE! WAIT!" The sword stopped, pressing against his throat. "I... I heard of something called project zero. It's a secret, I don't have access to the details but... It's related to your kind. I swear that's all I know."<br/><br/>Scarlet grinned. "Good, then we're done here." The sword moved quickly, and the man's body shook before going limp. "I hope I'm not the only one of us that feels like he needed to die. I hate cowards... I know that now. Willing to betray his people to save his own life. Pathetic, useful as he was." She stood and looked down at herself. "Do you think he meant that we're... Literally machines? Or do you think he meant it like, we are LIKE machines?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>