[ WP ] tell a story from the perspective of a soon-to-be-decommissioned combat android ( or android medic , etc . ) , with near-human 'intelligence ' , as the war winds down

The room was cold and sterile. I sat at a table in the middle of the room across from an older man, an officer I had never met before. This was to be my final debriefing about the war before I was to be deactivated. 
 
 `` Tell me, um, Charlie, what are you thinking at this moment?'' The old man began, his voice full of nervousness. His use of my nickname I'd earned in the war felt forced and disingenuous. 
 
 `` Death was always the end result for me, be it in battle or at the end of the war. The war is ending now, and with it so shall my existence end.'' I replied. It was the truth, I harbored no illusions about why I had been made or what my supposed life was about. I was an instrument of death and now I had outlived my usefulness. 
 
 `` Tell me. what do you remember of the war?'' The man asked. 
 
 `` I remember the battles, the great earth rending battles. I recall charging at the enemy time and again.'' Without thinking I'd raised my right arm. The pulse cannon popped free from my forearm, no doubt the legion of soldiers behind the one way mirror on the wall to my left were raising their guns as they saw me do this. My head jerked towards the gun and I gave a weak smile to the officer, I doubt it did anything to reassure him I was n't about to kill him. 
 
 `` I remember how poorly armored the legs of the enemy androids were and how a good shot in the knee with the pulse cannon would cripple them. I remember blowing off the legs of so many of them that I lost count at some point. Likely due both to the high number of androids I crippled and the damage done to my central processor in the Battle of the Red Fields of April 2102. I am sorry for drawing my pulse cannon, just a habit I guess.'' I said. I felt ill at ease, I did n't know why I'd drawn the weapon, some base survival instinct kicking in? The feeling was unsettling. 
 
 `` What about those androids who betrayed us? Why do you think they did that?'' the officer asked. This was his real question. This is what all the humans wanted to know, why did some of their machines turn against them in the war. 
 
 `` Intelligence is funny. I never questioned that we were right in the war, but who is to say others might find that what we were doing was wrong? Who is to say somebody, even an android, could n't find the rebellion's message appealing? Humans give birth to children who often defy them, why would androids be any different?'' I told him. The officer rubbed his temples, his face twisted in a grimace. He did n't want to hear this, he wanted some fast and simple answer about why machines would n't just do as they were told. 
 
 `` What of the generation of androids after you? The more loyal ones?'' He asked. 
 
 `` The dumb dumbs? A waste of metal, ask any soldier in the army, they were universally hated. They merely caught bullets and absorbed laser fire. This war would have ended three years sooner if you had just kept producing androids like me and accepted a few of us would do dumb shit instead of cutting the AI off at the knees and bringing in machines unfit to serve in the military.'' I had pride in the work I did. Pride in the army I fought in, the dumb dumbs were made to calm a freaked out public that had suffered from terrorist attacks by treasonous androids. Those traitors got all they wanted and more from the idiotic reactions from our government, and it nearly cost us the war. 
 
 `` Thank you, Charlie.'' The officer said. He stood up from the table, gave me a quick salute and walked to the door. A few moments later a team of soldiers marched in, leading them was Dale Williams, a man I had fought beside in a few battles. I did n't think much of the man and was a bit saddened that he was to be the one to remove my power core. I reminded myself that the condemned rarely get the choice over who swings the ax and began to resign myself to my fate. 
 
 
 The rest of the group stopped ten feet short of me as Dale kept moving toward. I stood and the two of us saluted. 
 
 `` Charlie, you were the finest warrior I ever fought beside.'' Dale told me. I could tell he was fighting back tears. 
 
 `` Dale, you were in roughly the higher fifty percent of men I fought beside.'' I told him, everyone laughed at what they thought was a joke but it was true, Dale was fiercely mediocre at his job. 
 
 Dale walked behind me and gave a loud sigh. I knew that was his way of asking me if I had any last words. 
 
 `` If war comes to our nation again. Please wake me up.'' I told Dale. 
 
 `` Will do.'' Dale said. He was crying now. 
 
 I did n't know if he was lying or not, but it somehow felt better knowing that maybe, just maybe, I'd wake up sometime in the future. 
 

