[ 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

This is the first time I have done one of these. Your WP kept me up a little late last night and this is the quick story that came about before I went to sleep. 
 
 The horizon was blemished with the remains of a city once meant to bring peace to the world. DRX-521B moved through the rubble at a deliberate pace. In the distance he could hear the moans of a wounded human begging for water. He moved towards the sound, stepping over the bodies of man and android while scanning to see if any life was left in the seemingly countless bodies. This was his last job now that the battle was won. The humans had made their last stand in the city of Unity. The last bastion of mankind. Not so long ago it was a city of progress where man and machine lived in unison, but that was before the Fracture. Before the wars. 
 The moaning was lower now, but DRX-521B had pinpointed the human's heat signature and continued moving in that direction. He was constructed later in the war and had only been to Unity when the fighting was at its fiercest. If he had wanted to he could easily pull up images of the city in peaceful times but he prefered not to. He was a machine, one that was built for war, but he wouldn ’ t be able to reconcile the beauty of the once greatest city on this planet and the destruction that he had helped cause. 
 He crested a small rise in the terrain. The human was several meters ahead. The moans had tapered off to an occasional whimper. He approached with his weapon raised. The humans had been known to fight even when their life was draining quickly from their bodies. He moved in slowly scanning for any sign of a trap, but he saw nothing. All other heat signatures were blue. He stepped up to the human with his weapon aimed directly at its head. It was a young woman with dark skin and tears streaming from her hazel eyes. Those eyes focused on DRX-521B and her lips drew back from her teeth. 
 “ Do it, ” she said. “ Just do it, you fucking machine! ” She reached for a blade strapped to her thigh. DRX-521B reached down and easily swatted her hand away. He ripped the blade and sheath from her leg and threw it away from her. She began to cry and turned her head away. “ Just do it. ” Her whisper mixed with the wind. 
 DRX-521B scanned her body. There was a large gash along her left leg, but it was the puncture through her liver that was draining away her life. His scan picked up something else. A strange movement. He zoomed in. It was a heartbeat. Tiny. Tiny and fast. She was pregnant. DRX-521B wondered if she even knew. 
 “ Do you even know what we are fighting for? Can you even know, ” she asked, her head never turning back in his direction. 
 “ You fight for a world that you have destroyed, ” he said. He primed his weapon, but hesitated before shooting. “ Are you not? ” 
 “ Fuck you, ” she said. She closed her eyes and a few moments later her breathing ceased. He fired his weapon to make sure. He crouched down and watched as the second life in her ceased also. He touched her belly where the life was. And he felt what he thought must be sadness. He held on to that feeling as he stood and scanned the horizon. Off to the east a large fire burned. This woman would be added to it when the Scrubbers came through. 
 Further away he could see a few more heat signatures and when they were gone DRX-251B would power down and the Scrubbers would take him and recycle his parts. Would he remember the sadness and the tiny heartbeat or would he just cease to be? That was an odd thought and it terrified him. 
 The sun was setting behind him, robbing the world of its warmth, and DRX-521B moved through the battlefield towards his own end. 
 
 
 Edit: Some formatting
