I looked back in the distance at the smoke that rose from the wreck of my still burning fighter.
All my emergency gear trapped inside that blazing inferno, beyond reach.
I glance again at the tree with the odd florescent orange fruit.
He taught me how to read people’s eyes.
As he stood there on the cliff, ignoring the efforts of the park ranger to talk him away from the edge, our eyes met and I saw it.
No despair. No insanity. Just confidence. Calmness.
With a smirk and a wink, he threw himself off the cliff.
The box was set on the table, jostling its contents.
The small ball of fur stirred and the kitten lifted her head, blinking her eyes and giving a large yawn. Looking around she got to her feet and gazed up and the being looking down at her.
A hand reached into the box and the kitten rubbed against it after a quick sniff.
Soft. It is soft
With a confused mew the kitten turned and tried to get the hand to pet her, hands mean petting.
Adding a purr she continued to rub against the fingers.
It makes an odd sound.
Getting frustrated the kitten rolled over hopping for a tummy scratch. The hand reached down and stroked her stomach.
The hand started to pull back, the kitten was not going to let that happen. She reached out and gripped the hand with claws out pulling it closer.
Extracting its hand from the kitten’s grip, the android raised it an looked at the small cuts in the hand’s covering where the claws hand gripped.
It is sharp too.