Page 3 of Furi

It was such a human thing to do.

Such a caring and loving thing to do. Something Cyborgs were not known for and yet here he and the others were, all helping her with the baby.

A man caring lovingly for a child.

But he was no man. Although she personally would have argued that. And had many times. But he would just stare at her in his way or the other's way. And tell her they were not men.

They were all so very similar. Built bigger than any man she’d seen in public. All of them looking the same, so tall and broad. They were also beautiful, full of muscle and amazing.

“Would you please take a name now?” she asked for the umpteenth time, it annoying her that they continued with numbers.

“I do not feel the need you know this.”

“What about the others? Some of them must want a name by now.”

He kissed the top of Emily’s head after she burped and handed her back to her. “We are happy how we are.”

“I know.” She sighed. “Just seems wrong, a name is how we identify, you know this.” He nodded accepting her words. “You kissed her again.”

“I did,” his gaze on Emily. “It comes naturally to me. I do not know why. The programming has long stopped working and that action was never programmed anyway.”

“You continue to evolve 4.” The shortened version of his ID she’d been using since she started talking. She smiled at him. They were all such good men. No matter the label they placed on themselves.

“We do but not fast enough.”

Emily falling asleep as she held her. “Who is to say what is fast enough.”

“You’re worried about your father's old friend.” She nodded. She was. Finding him hiding, drunk in the trees was a surprise. One she should have expected. It was likely that sooner or later they would have drawn attention. She’d recognised him in town. He’d been to see her father more than once over the years, looking for work that they both knew he wouldn’t do and getting a handout instead. But she’d not seen him in some time since his drinking stopped him coming so far. He looked older now, less together. The drink taking its toll on him.

Feeling sad for him wasn’t going to help her. Her father had done that all his older life for his old friend. It hadn’t earned him any respect in return and although paying him off in one way or another, when he’d seen an opportunity, he’d always taken it. Holding no loyalty to her family.

Sighing she knew she shouldn’t have ignored him when she’d seen him in town.

He knew her father and mother were gone and probably took offense that she’d not done as her father always had and on seeing the abundance of goods, she could see how he’d wonder how she’d done it alone. It was poorly done.

She should have done what her father always had done.

Bought him some food, a few rounds of drinks and left him with enough to keep him going for a few weeks.

But seeing her father do that time and time again, she didn’t want to encourage it anymore and that had backfired big time.

“He’ll cause trouble and all because I didn’t listen to you.” She sighed again kissing Emily’s head and rubbing her face with her own.

“We could have killed him. Ended it once and for all.”

She glanced up at him. He was so serious. The logic sound but she knew he was trying humour again and smiled. “So true. If only I had a troop of killer Cyborgs I could use?”

“I will make sure to look for some.” He gave her that awkward smile. “Come now, there is nothing more we can do about what has already happened. Some food and we will think of a plan.”

“I need to leave tomorrow to take the next load to Newton. They’ll be expecting it.”

“I will go with you.” Turning back to the house 04 with her.

“And how are you going to disguise the mountain that you are?”

He smirked. “It’s true I’m a lot of Cyborg!”

Grimacing she looked up at him. “Just Awww.” And rolled her eyes. He wasn’t wrong.