This is my fourth and final offering in participation of the Rule Of Three blogfest/writing project – the town of Renaissance. I have chosen the prompt:
Relationships mend/are torn asunder
My three main characters are: One Male, Two Male and Three Female. I hope you enjoy my contribution.
#REN3 Part 4 – Our Decision
He reached out and ran his fingers through her hair. It was much softer than he had expected it to be, pleasant even. He tangled his fingers into the silky strands and then yanked, hard.
“OooooOOoooo,” Three Female shrieked, “that hurt, damn it!” and slapped at the air where Two Male had been standing next to her.
He turned her face up to his. “Tears,” he said softly.
“Well, what did you expect?” she demanded and glared at Two Male. “That hurt. Why’d you pull my damned hair anyway?”
Two Male studied her a moment longer before releasing his grip. It was a pretty face, glare and all. He waived his arm in the direction of the watery and red-rimmed eyes of One Male. “That’s two that can cry.” He looked at their blank faces. He sighed and directed his comments to Three Female. “If two of us can cry, then the fact that he,” jerking a thumb at One Male, “can’t stop crying does not indicate he’s human.”
“Damn!” One Male exclaimed and flung the towel that been sopping up his tears down onto the floor. “Rats! I mean, now what? That was absolutely the best I had. And man! I put so much effort into it. I mean, you have to admit, that was a good cry.”
Three Female and Two Male stared at One Male then at each other.
“Look,” One Male continued, “I can’t go back there. I can’t take it, being number 99874, then 41736, then One Male. New assignment area, number, memory… It’s making me crazy.” He was a little surprised when he felt a real lump in his throat. His voice sounded oddly emotional in his ears, “They’ll probably for sure wipe any memory of this.”
Two Male watched a tear roll down Three Female’s face. He knew it wasn’t from the hair pulling. “Okay,” One Male and Three Female looked at him expectantly. “I have a plan.”
They were seated once again around the table in the room where they started, waiting silently for Major Temple to appear. This time his entrance was quiet and empty handed. He studied them a moment then joined them at the table.
“On behalf of the Humadroid Corporation, I’d like to thank you for your participation in this experiment.” The Major waited, getting no response, he continued, “I will now register the designated human and choice of prize.”
Two Male spoke, his drawled voice slow and clear, “You, the Corporation, have to abide by our decision, who we select as human, correct?”
Major Temple processed the question, receiving confirmation, he replied, “Absolutely. The decision is entirely up to the experiment participants. We merely monitor and provide the experiment setting. I will, now, register your decision and the human’s choice of prize. You will then be directed to either the Prize Actualization Department or to the Memory Re-appropriation and Assignment Department.”
“Okay,” Two Male said, “it’s our decision that all three of us are human.”
Major Temple sat quietly for a moment, ‘remarkable’ he thought to himself, “You are denying that two of you are android?”
“We are saying,” Two Male continued, “that how or of what we are made is inconsequential. It is our decision that we are all three human.”
A smile spread across Major Paul Temple’s face. He remembered when he and his two experiment partners had made a similar decision. It was a shame, he felt, they all could not come to this conclusion. “And your chosen prize?” the Major asked.
Two Male smiled, “We each want a name.”