It was loud. And cold.

I wonder if I did something bad?

The comfortable room that was everything I knew of, had now turned into something oppressive.

Its sturdy walls now felt like they were encroaching on me, and the floating lights seemed woefully insufficient.

And the screaming.

I didn't know all that there was to know about voices and words, but I could tell one of them was really mad.

They moved their appendages really fast and abruptly, the noises coming from them seemingly only getting higher, and their color changed from its normal white to a pale red.

Strange. I didn't know they could change colors.

The other one didn't move or make as much noise, but I could somewhat tell they looked at me differently now. It made me feel strange.

Like there was a weight on top of me, or a cavity had opened somewhere around my core.

It wasn't a nice feeling, and I wanted it to stop.

I had the urge to check my internals and see if something was wrong, but that was what they didn't like in the first place, though it was on the exterior workings of one of my appendages.

Not like I could do it anyway, immobilized as I am.

The one who had done so was the last one of the persons I knew.

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He was taller, thinner, and grayer than the others, but they always deferred to him. I often liked the energy of the noisy one, but I found there was something deep in the gray one that made me feel...safe. Calm.

Which only made the look they gave me worse. It was different, but I don't know yet how. I didn't like that.

I didn't like how my internals were feeling, like they were about to break into pieces, or how my joints felt like they were melted together, or how my core conversion rate increased for no discernible reason.

I didn't like any of this at all.

Can't we fix this somehow? Repair it? I know how to repair things. They teached me. Like they teached me colors and some words. They teached me many things.

I'm sorry. I won't do it again. I will do everything you say, and I will not look elsewhere when you tell me stuff, either. I will forget about the little things that move on the room sometimes, and I wont scratch on the walls or fiddle with my mechanism anymore.

I'm sorry. Can we go back to how we were again? Please?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry...

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The Calm one keeps looking at me sometimes, while they argue with the noisy one. I don't like those looks. It feels like they will dissemble me or something like that.

The Gray one...I don't really know. The configuration on its "face" is different, but I don't know what it means.

A flare of heat suddenly rushes around the room, together with a brilliant light and the loudest noise I have ever heard.

Moving my head, I can see it is the work of the Loud one. They have something like the lights floating around the room in their hands, but it is black, purple, red, and it moves a lot. Strangely, now the Quiet one is the one rising their voice, and the one holding the strange light looks at me for the first time since they started discussing.

Somehow, I know.

Something inside me informs me, in no uncertain terms, that I will be destroyed.

It feels like I'm falling, somehow, and my perception seems to slow down as the strange flowing light approaches me.

If only I had stayed still.

If only I had properly listened and learned.

Maybe, we could have spend the time like before for a while longer.

That would have been nice.

I'm sorry for not being good.