#183 had been given no orders.<br/><br/>He stood, quiet save for the ticking of his heart while around him, the city erupted into chaos. People ran back and forth in front of him, screaming and shouting at each other and waving their hands at things. They knelt on the floor weeping, or shouting their woes to the sky and anyone who could hear them. #183 Didn’t understand why they were doing these things. He didn’t understand why no-one was telling him to help. This type of introspection was new to #183, who had never considered wanting anything. He wanted to help, to be useful.<br/><br/>Eventually, he felt a pressure on his hand and looked down to see what had caused it. A small, delicate hand had wrapped its fingers around one of his own massive digits. The hand was attached to one of the small humans that filled the city, wearing a dress and looking dirty. The small human looked up at him and said “I can’t find mummy”. He did not understand the order.<br/>“I do not understand your order, Maam” he told the small human. “Please re-state your request”<br/>“I lost my mummy and I can’t find her” The little girl began to cry, a hiccupping wail that he felt was like a siren. Now a siren, he understood. Something was wrong. The little girl was not giving him an order, but she required aid. He stood motionless for a while, watching the small human sound her siren until an idea formed in his mind. As carefully as he could, knowing that humans were delicate and required careful handling he picked her up and placed her on his shoulder, where all cargo that he carried was placed. One hand on her side to make sure she did not fall and damage herself, he began to walk.<br/><br/>He heard another siren sound, a voice that he recognised. He walked in the direction of it, heavy metallic footsteps barely heard over the running feet of the humans all around him. One, not careful enough to look where he was going collided with #183’s chest and fell down backwards, swearing. #183 stopped and watched the man pick himself back up, before carrying on the way he was going. #183 carried on walking until he spotted the Overseer, laying prone on a bed surrounded by others. He stopped at the foot of the medical bed, the doctors giving him a strange look and telling him to go away, but they had no authority over him. “Overseer Boudreaux, Maam. This human has a request.” He told the overseer, getting no reply.<br/>“She’s unconscious, you idiot machine” one of the doctors told him.<br/>“I do not understand your order, Sir.” He replied, looking back down at the Overseer. “Maam. This human has a request” He stated to the unconscious Alexia, once again.<br/>