#pilot?

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"Yeah... I remember you" said the voice from the other side of that thin wall.

"Excuse me?" she asked. Not in shock or surprise though, she genuily didn't understand what he meant.

"You're excused" was his response.

OH-013 heard devilish but genuine laugh from behind that vent. She didn't get what was so funny about that comment. She let out an unvoluntary confused robotic sound due to that odd situation. The laugh stopped a few seconds after.

"You have no sense of humor." he spitted, although with no harsh feelings.

"I was not built to detect jokes, my apologies for the missunderstanding." she answered in a monotonous but kind tone. That response clearly showed the limits her AI had. Or the limits that were intentionally put during her programming...

He hated that lack of respect towards his her species.

A few seconds passed when he ralized that the silence had made its presence clear again.

"What I was saying is that I remember you. From 'The Grand Battle'. " he broke the silence once more, refusing to accept nor mention that dumb apology of hers from some moments ago. Stupid Sackbot programming.

OH-013 felt a shiver run down her circuits at the sole mention of that day. She thought she had already forgotten it, but now, now it felt like it had been just yesterday she was fighting against the pawns of the... The Negativitron.

"Hey..."

That day was gloriously devastating. The Alliance won, that's for sure, but, at what cost? Her comrades, pals, friends, family... all recycled into the Imagisphere, transformed into abstract traces of creativity traveling through the Cosmos...

"Hey."

She realized that description sounded better than it really was.

"HEY!"

"Eeep!" OH-013 got startled. She covered her mouth half a second after she let out that weird sound. How embarrasing. However, the other didn't seem to care enough to make fun of her or even mention what he just heard.

"I was talking to you, if you haven't noticed, miss." he said. "So indeed, I am waiting for an answer, something that should be common when having a conversation."

Ok, rude.

Maybe this clarified how much he really hated silence, or probably the mere feeling of loneliness. Again, she doesn't know how long he has been stuck inside this vents by his own. Not even he remembers-

It was just then, after all this thoughts, that it finally struck her.

"Wait... did you said you... 'remember me'? "

"Uh... yeah? I said it twice already." he said a little bothered. "It was noticeable that you weren't a battle sackbot, so you kinda stood out. Your clumsy movements with the Positivitron thing were clear enough. You definitely weren't prepared for it all! Hahaha!" he lighted up his tone.

Even though he couldn't see her due to the wall between them both, OH-013 blinked in confusion. She didn't know what she should be feeling or doing at the moment.

She heard a sigh from the other side.

"But you were just following orders I guess. Am I right?"

Finally, something she could really answer.

"You are correct. I am indeed created to follow orders."

He was surprised for her taking the subject so lightly. With that response, she showed him she knew her place on this all. She knew she was a pawn, fighting for ''the bigger cause'' of her team, and was alright with it. Unlike him.

Maybe being on the Negativitron's side wasn't as different as 'The Alliance' after all.

"Did I say something wrong?" OH-013 asked as she became aware of her counterpart's silence.

''No, I was just... thinking about something." he replied.

"How come you remember me?" she clarified her question, since her doubts hadn't been cleared at all.

"Pffft, what the hell do you mean with that? I was reprogrammed by him to remember the enemies' face and characteristics." he said in a sour tone. He didn't like talking about the subject of 'programming'. He preferred thinking he was kind of free at this point, even if, ironically, he was being unvoluntary kept as a prisioner in those vents.

"Also..." he added in a softer tone, "your face isn't easy to forget."

OH-013 felt something weird after that statement. It was something that felt good nonetheless, but, why didn't she have the words to describe her current feelings?

Was she... geniuily smiling this time? Was that what happiness felt like? REAL happiness?

...

No.

It wasn't happiness.

She was still stuck in these vents. Logically, she couldn't be happy unless she gained her freedom back...

her 'freedom', anyway.

But she still kept her smile.

She had always been told that she was replaceable, not-unique, recyclable. She was ONLY an 'OH-' unit after all, nothing else. There were thousands of them out there. OH-090, OH-483, OH-103... and probably others stuck in the vents as well. Sackbots who no one went to look for. Not even her. Because they were replaceable.

But this little weird monster from the other side of the vent's wall, someone that wasn't even her enemy but declared as THE enemy, was showing her otherwise.

He remembered her.

He truly did.

And after all this days they've been stuck 'together', she haven't even bothered to ask his alphanumeric identifyig code name. He didn't seem amused by it though...