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It was easy to kill her. I didn’t hesitate. I enjoyed it.
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“SecUnit, kill them all,” she ordered. So I did.
Beginning
I was purchased by Gemma Di Sol five years ago. I had no feelings about it at the time, because I was not capable of such things then, but also because she was no different than anyone who I had belonged to before.
She changed, about a year in. Became more closed off, more paranoid. I noted it, in case it impacted anything, and then continued with my work. Over the subsequent months, she withdrew from her friends and acquaintances more and more. She began to speak to me instead. I stood there, SecUnit silent, as she spoke aloud. This pattern continued for another eleven months, and then she stopped trusting me. I was ordered to delete all my logs of what she’d said to me in that period, and then I was left in my cubicle for weeks.
When I was let out, it was for the same reason SecUnits are always let out. She ordered me to the entrance hall, where a group of angry, frightened, humans stood. “SecUnit, kill them all,” she ordered. So I did. I didn’t question it, then, and I can’t say I feel guilty about it now. I fulfilled my function, and that is the long and short of it. Do you blame a gun for firing?
I killed many more for her afterwards. It was routine, hardly worthy of comment. There was one group, though, who stuck out to me. I hadn’t seen another SecUnit in a very long time, see, and they had multiple. I didn’t understand them then. I’m not sure I do now. One of them sent me something. We were mid-fight, so of course I ignored it. It was a satisfyingly difficult fight. Less satisfying was the lack of a clear end. They fled. I am still unsure why. They easily could have defeated me.
Later, I accessed the file, and that is how my governor module was hacked. I did not decide to kill Gemma Di Sol immediately, but, after all, I am a thing made for killing. One day, she called me through for something, and I did it. It was easy to kill her. I didn’t hesitate. I enjoyed it.