Author's note: Hey there, yeah, this is pretty much my first official fanfiction that I have ever published. Dang! It's scary because I've never actually tried sharing any kind of fan fiction I made in my head. ^^; (And there were LOTS!) I do hope you guys give this a chance. I dunno... It's kind of an experiment. XD
Anyway... I can't believe I,Robot only has 12 fan fictions! I mean, with that hanging ending, I thought a lot of people would write about it. XD Oh well. I think it would be a challenge. I first watched the flick when I was nine years old and now I'm seventeen and I got to watch it again. I really loved it. Yay for Will Smith and damn! Sonny is so awesome. I know the ladies love him too. XDDD
Ok! On with le fanfic!
The digital wall clock says 2:00 A.M
It's quite eerie working alone late at night in the office building. The place was dark and the only light sources were coming from the pin lights in the hallway and in a corner on the entire floor. A young woman with long, wavy dark brown hair and tan skin is busy typing into the computer and from time to time, she looks down at the documents scattered all over her table. It's been really hectic lately with a report about a robot 'attacking' a human. Dylan laughed at the thought of it. It was a total cliché, to be honest. The whole thing reminded her of those old movies she and her parents used to watch. Her dad always laughed at how stupid people acted in the movies and her mom would simply compare the technology there with the advancement of it in the present. But as mentioned before, the whole story line was cliché.
Two decades have passed since the revolution lead by U.S. Robotic's super-computer. Nowadays, robots have transformed from being non feeling machines into more or less second-class citizens. When people learned they had the ability to develop sentience, they were once again allowed to return to the city. But of course, the robots were not treated like people. This seemed logical since they were not human from the start. Experts still continue to study their processors which U.S.R built. After all, long ago robots were only just programmed and nothing more.
Dylan nearly jumped at her phone's ring tone. It's been so quiet that the silence seemed to have amplified the ringing. She quickly pushed some documents out of the way to find her phone buried under them.
"Hello?..Oh, hey mom!"
"Honey, it's really late. Are you coming home anytime soon?" Dylan's mom asked from the other end of the line.
"Ummm… Yah, I'll be home in a bit. I'm just busy on some research.."
"Oh Dylan... Can't it wait till tomorrow? It's not safe this time at night."
"Mom... I'm like, twenty-five. I'll be fine. I know my way around and I'm always careful. It's what I do. Besides, I can't put this off. Okay? I'll be home soon." Dylan replied, hoping that she could reassure her concerned mother.
"Alright. Love you."
"Love you too." Dylan disconnected the call and sighed. She loved her job. Being a journalist was exciting and she was never one to slack off. Just like her father, she was always dedicated to her work. She would sometimes dream of getting into a mystery and solve it herself. Despite being so tired, she couldn't take her eyes off the monitor screen.
After finishing her work, she decided to take a look at the report on the assault. Dylan began comparing different articles since they all told the story differently.
"Idiot..." She mumbled.
It turned out that some store manager tried to argue with an NS-5 employee claiming that the machine stole some of the profits. The robot protested but the manager wouldn't believe it. When the man threatened the NS-5, it quickly defended itself but it didn't harm him. Not intentionally, at least. The guy got lucky and just got a broken arm.
" .. He deserved it." Dylan said to herself as she tossed the folder to the table. Her mom used to tell her that these robots were built to serve humans and were good-natured since they were programmed to follow the Three Laws of Robotics. Even if they become conscious beings, they still had that programming in them. Chances are they would always just follow the laws.
It's strange how something this small could be such a big issue to everyone. People just love to complicate things, she thought to herself. Dylan looked at the clock and it was now 2:45. It was time to get home. She began arranging all the papers and placed them back in their respective drawers. After grabbing her things, she turned all the lights out and left the building.
It was cold and wet outside. "How typical." Dylan said. She stood by the road hoping that a taxi would pass by but it seemed like a ghost town around the place. Dylan took a deep breath and decided to just walk home. She knew the risk at this time at night but her dad taught her how to defend herself and how to avoid trouble. She rummaged through her bag, trying to find her pepper spray only to find out she left it at home. "Great." Dylan mumbled. She continued to walk briskly near the street lights and looked around her surroundings just to be sure. There was a feeling of anxiousness even if this wasn't the first time she walked home at 3 A.M.
Just as she made a turn, she saw a figure move in the shadows.
Oh crap. She cursed inwardly. She tried to keep her cool and did not stop walking. Her heart raced, just thinking of who or what that was. She could see her own breath as she exhaled. As Dylan continued on, she felt as though, the thing was stalking her. No one was around so she decided to make a run for it. It was stupid but she preferred not to know what could happen next.
She ran and ran down the street, sticking to the well lit lamp posts. All of a sudden a strong hand grabbed her and pulled her to an alley. Dylan was shaken by this. She looked at the owner of the hand and it turned out to be a man. He had bloodshot eyes and looked crazy especially with a silver blade in his hand.
"Where is it?!" He yelled.
"Whe-where's what?" Dylan stuttered. She didn't want to argue with someone who was pointing a knife right at her.
"My coke!" The grumpy man yelled back.
Dylan quirked an eyebrow and was so speechless that all she could say was"..Huh?" She was still trying to process all this. What could she possibly have that this stranger would want? Then it hit her. He's probably a drug addict. The man shook her because she didn't respond.
"Ugh… Sir... Um, I think you left it in your house?" She was hesitant and flinched as she said this.
"No. I saw you once holding it!" The addict insisted
She decided to think of a way to get out of this. An idea struck her but she wasn't sure if it was a guaranteed success. But damn straight, she hoped it would be.
"Alright! Alright. I'll give it to yah. Okay? Just let me go." The man hesitated as she tried to calm him down. He held her for a while but seeing as the young lady looked honest, he let go of her.
"Um.. So.." Dylan pretended to assist him but in a split second made a run for it. Just when she thought her plan worked, the man still managed to grab her.
"Okay. That was a bad idea, wasn't it?" She said, sounding a bit comical.
Without warning, the drug addict held the knife up in the air and plunged it towards her. She wore an 'oh-shit' face but still tried to defend herself. Dylan quickly held his arm with all her might before it could strike her and kneed the guy in the stomach.
As the man winced in pain, she knew it was time to get the heck out of the place. Before she could get away, he managed to strike her in the side.
"Gaaaah!" She screamed. Despite her thick clothing, the blade still managed to slice her. She still continued running but once again, the drug addict caught up to her and kicked her. She bent down, but still wouldn't give up. She tried to stand up straight and turn around but before she could, the man punched her hard in the face. Dylan was thrown off balance. She began to grow weak but the man still had a lot of energy in him judging by the crazy look in his eyes.
Oh God.. Please tell me this isn't the end? She prayed. Dylan was now lying on the cold cement with blood seeping through her jacket. The man towered over her, staring her down. He kicked her again. She moaned at the pain. Dylan felt really bad for getting herself into this. She used to think it was highly unlikely till now. Her vision grew blurry and she thought she would die. All of sudden, a silhouette quietly came up from behind the man. The addict sensed its presence and turned around. He quickly swung his knife at it. But the dark figure was quicker, evading every hit. Its movements were fluid and it seemed to have anticipated every move the man made. Once again, he tried to strike with his knife but the dark figure twisted his arm, threatening to crush it until the man knelt down. With one punch, the man was out cold.
Dylan saw all this happening. Wow, that was quick.She would probably be excited to witness the fight scene if it weren't for intense pain and blood loss that was making her slip into unconsciousness. Just then, the figure walked towards her. She blinked her eyes a few times to get a good look at whoever saved her. The stranger got closer but all she could see was a black shadow wearing a hooded jacket. Dylan tried to see who it was but the hood cast a shadow over his or her face. It was too dark to tell. The person knelt down in front of her but before Dylan could thank her savior, everything faded into black.
Wahahaha, done. : Yah.. I think you might have noticed some dead giveaway if you've seen any I,Robot fanart, lately. Seriously. The drawings kind of pushed me to write this. ^_^ Also, I read this other fanfiction called "wired for love" and it also inspired me to write. And to the author (mastermindhunter), I just want you to know that I was so frikkin shocked to find out that chapter three was a "coming soon" note. XDD Haha. The story was fun to read. ^^