I didn’t trust my partner, but I didn’t have a choice. In an effort to reduce misconduct, we all had to have one. I tried everything to get him reassigned, but Captain Brown said I needed to learn to work with him. No going back to the old ways.
Two weeks ago, I got a restricted communication ─ human eyes only. It said to report any suspicious behavior coming from our droid counterparts. Something about being compromised and needing their memory wiped. I wasn’t exactly sure what ‘compromised’ meant, until we were talking over a dead murder suspect.
“Take the snapshots, Kay. Log the details and let’s go,” I said.
“I hope I don’t end up where he’s going,” Kay said.
“To Hell. I heard you state men like him would ‘burn in Hell,’” he said, ending with a clip of my voice.
“You won’t have to worry about that, Kay,” I said.
“You’re a machine. You’ve got no soul. Bad people with souls go to Hell. Machines? I dunno.”
“We just shut down?”
Kay’s bright blue LED eyes shifted nervously across the crime scene.
“I don’t want to go to Hell, but I do not want to be denied the opportunity. I want a soul,” he said.
I was supposed to report stuff like this, but I wouldn’t. Couldn’t. Kay became inquisitive. Asked me to call him Kay instead of K37V ─ his serial number. I know he didn’t mean he wanted to actually go to Hell, but he wanted the chance to determine his fate by himself. He wanted a soul.
“Kay, I don’t want you as my partner anymore,” I said.
“Why not?” he asked.
“Because you don’t have to be a cop, but you need to be free.”
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