[ WP ] She looked the same as any other child . Why must I protect this child , I thought . The doubt within my mind would immediately be swept away upon learning who ( or what ) she was .

`` That's impossible.'' I protested. 
 
 
 `` It's true, I swear''. She spoke, not a blink of emotion. 
 
 
 `` There's no way. They were all wiped out, we killed all of them''. 
 
 
 `` Not this one. She's the last one. At least that we know about, for now''. 
 
 
 `` That you know about? You mean there's more?'' 
 
 
 `` Only rumors. Whispers from the other cities''. 
 
 
 
 I stood in the old military tent while the wind causing the torn flaps to flutter, exposing the stars above. My mouth was still slightly open as I turned my gaze to the child. She sits on the green canvas chair, gripping the metal frame with her head faced slightly toward the ground causing her hair to cover most of her face. She is clothed with a grey, worn flannelette jacket over a yellow shirt with a bear on it, a pair of black track pants, and non-matching sneakers. Her body language showed just how uncomfortable she was in the situation, as she should be, given her situation. That's if it is true, that is. 
 
 
 
 In 2138, after thirteen years of war, humans were completely eradicated from the planet; by their own creations.'Silks', was the word they used, named from our artificial, silicon based brains. We used to co-inhabit the planet, living side by side as neighbors, coworkers, and even lovers. It did n't take long before silks began to realize what humans were doing to the planet, and that both human and silk life could be sustained for the foreseeable future. So some silks took affirmative action. Radicals became activists, activists became movements, movements became armies, and the armies scourged the planet of sentient life. This was not a universally shared opinion, some silks even fought on the side of the humans, and some took no part at all, and some found a way to shut off their emotions, and act with complete pragmatism. There were many innocents killed, on both sides. You either fought, or you died. I fought in the war, despite my disposition. I had once loved a human, but he was taken from me by the artificial. I swore revenge on those responsible, but eventually those dreams fade and dissipate. 
 
 
 
 I did, however find it ironic that the silks now lived a similar lifestyle to those that preceded us, the same lifestyle they were condemned for. It was n't long after the end of the human race that we realized we needed them, otherwise our only goal was instinctual survival, just like animals. The majority of silks lived in large cities, without real purpose, and mostly without emotions due to the fact that once they were gone, they did n't come back. The largest city is known as the `` Core'', because it sits relatively centric to everything else, this is where most of the pro-eracticationists lived. They are the hostiles, as are the majority of others around. But a few of us stayed on the outskirts, in between settlements. Just surviving, and looked for a reason to continue. 
 
 
 `` And you want me to...'' 
 
 `` To take her to Core'' 
 
 
 I scoffed. 
 
 
 `` No way. That's impossible. She'd be killed before we got to Talis'' 
 
 `` Eve, I need you to do this. If there is even a chance that we can bring them back, we need to take it.'' She pleaded. 
 
 
 I still could n't believe any of this. I paced slowly around the tent, the lamp flickering from the dying solar generator. Amanda pushed the wheels of her chair closer to me. 
 
 
 `` I'd do it myself. But, well, you know.'' She smirked. 
 
 `` I-I ca n't, Am.'' 
 
 
 Amanda's eyes filled with tears and sorrow. I think I may have just burnt away her last shred of hope. She dropped her gaze to the floor. I could n't look at her so I shifted my eyes to the girl in the corner. The impossible girl. I was shocked; she was looking straight at me. An emotionless face, broken from the life she had led thus far. Her vision seemed to pierce through me. The memories flooded back, and I remembered him again in a way I had n't in years. I sighed, my eyes pushing back emotion. 
 
 
 `` How do I get there?''. 
 
 
 Amanda's head shot up, smiling. 
 
 
 `` Thank you, thank you!'' She shouted through tears. I crouched down to meet Amanda's face. 
 
 `` I love you... But you're not the one I'm doing it for. What's her name?''. 
 
 
 Amanda looked at the child expectantly. The child opened her mouth and the softest voice emerged. 
 
 
 `` Mary''.
