#antran

ANTRAN

The picture you’re staring at was taken sometime in the 70’s. It’s the only remaining image I have left of my son, and the artificial being known as "ANTRAN", whom we adopted into our family at the time.

My son's interest was almost as intense as mine, and we bonded over the course of a few days opening it up, looking at its circuitry and seeing if anything had been misplaced or broken. Eventually, to our surprise, the being, or android, seemed to come to life. Its eyes displayed a somewhat sentient tint to them, its limbs turned, its hands gripped and, after a few moments, it managed to stand on its own accord.

Until one evening in July. I was sitting in my arm chair with a beer watching television. My boy and ANTRAN had knelt down on the rug, play fighting with one another, as boys do. When suddenly my attention was drawn to a loud gasp. I looked down and saw my child gripping his arm.

“What’s wrong, Adam?” I asked.

He rolled up his sleeve, and on his arm was a large, red mark covering his forearm. “ANTRAN pinched me,” he replied, in a shaky voice.

The mark was indeed red, it would soon bruise into a swollen, purple lump. My fatherly instincts took over me and, like a parent telling off a naughty child, I shouted at the android. Its cold, metallic face, for a moment, seemed to show genuine sadness and sorrow, as though it didn’t know its own strength, as though it was sorry, its lips moved.

A few weeks later, my child came into my room, it must have been early morning... My slumber was interrupted by the gentle creaking of my bedroom door.

“Dad,” he whispered.

“Yes, son?” I replied.

“It keeps looking at me.”

“What? What does?” I asked him, through tired eyes.

“ANTRAN. He keeps looking at me, at the end of my bed.”

His voice trembled, fearful. I could tell something wasn’t right. I noticed him rubbing his other arm, and immediately called him over. Pulling up his sleeve my heart sank, more bruises. Must have been four, five all the way up his small arms.

“Take off your shirt, Adam,” I asked, trying to keep calm, I could feel a cocktail of emotions rising within me: panic, fear, anger. He took off his shirt, as the waist pulled over his small head my heart sunk further, and my eyes welled up. Before me, my son stood. His small frame coated in bruises, different sizes, different shades of browns and purples. Immediately, I got up and stormed to Adam's room.

Nothing.

I shouted at the top of my lungs for the being, looking under the bed, out the closed bedroom window. Nothing. Suddenly a loud knock from above us, then hard footsteps.

Weeks, then months passed. Every time we went outside we noticed ever increasing signs of ANTRAN'S presence, the familiar scratch marks alongside the bricking of my home. Plants had been disturbed, patches of mud leading up to the windows. I feared for my son. Taking him to and from school, never letting him out of my sight. What had caused this sudden hostility towards us? Had we done it wrong? Was it my shouting? I found myself speaking out loud in the evenings, apologizing to the walls, to an empty room in the hopes ANTRAN would hear, hoping he would stop the taunting, the endless stalking of my home. But my attempts were in vain, if I had known what would come, I wouldn’t have slept that night.

My sleep was once again disturbed, though this time by a bloodcurdling scream. My eyes darted open, and immediately, almost as a natural instinct I rushed to my son's room. It was too late, the room had been turned upside down, everything was on the floor, the bed sheets ripped and his window smashed. I burst into tears, screaming at the top of my voice for my son back. I called the police, telling them my son had been kidnapped, they asked if I had seen the culprit, I lied and said I hadn’t, hoping the images of my son would be enough. Like they’d believe that this "doll" was sentient, harmful. For the next few days I cried myself to sleep, sobbing like a child. Life wasn’t worth living anymore, I wish I had never found that... THING... I betrayed my son's trust in me as a father, to protect him and now I pay the price.

It was a September dawn; I sat in my armchair, drinking. When I heard the pantry door creak open.

“Adam?!” I called... rushing to the kitchen.

Again, nothing.

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