As the weekend approached, my attention was focused on getting through the day and Going home to retrieve my trusty wagon packed with supplies and other necessities. For the journey to reclaim the robot female labor unit who had selflessly saved a child. While simultaneously touching my heart deeply. Bringing a feeling that I believed could never return, especially after my parents’ divorce, tore our family apart, proving that love was nothing more than a fairy tale. But this RFL unit challenged my beliefs by saving a human child without hesitation.
Despite how people treated her as a tool or abomination, seeing her as a servant, she still risked her life for another. But because of a label that was placed on her, that she never wanted-They treated her like she was nothing. With these hard truths, my heart grew heavier. further fueled by the memories of my parents’ separation, causing the surrounding room. To fade away and a feeling of hopelessness to settle on my chest; my moment of self-loathing interrupted by the bell, signaling the end of the school week and beginning the 3-day weekend.
On my way back home, the familiar city streets felt different. Almost like they were watching me, making me feel unsure of my decision. But the warmth of the setting sun and the crisp autumn breeze, carrying the scent of fallen leaves and cut grass, reassured me as my small apartment came into view along with my wagon, which looked eager for the journey ahead.
After accounting for everything, we made our way out of the city, leaving behind the familiar sounds. As we reached the city limits—and looked back. Before the familiar sky-line disappeared into the fog, the city’s demeanor had changed, now seeming to wave me on, awaiting my return. With a nod, we turned away and started heading toward the recycling facility.
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With the prospect of retrieving the RFL unit, my choice felt right, but also terrifying. Not only being the first time I’d been outside of the city since my parents’ divorce, but because if it was the wrong choice. There was no going back. As the sunset and the streetlights illuminated, the road ahead revealing how it wound around everything, reminding me of how water flows over an object,
It seemed both inviting and mysterious-heightening my senses. Not out of fear, but curiosity, again taking me back to a more pleasant time before my parents’ divorce; As the stars populated the night sky along with the array of colors from the cosmos’s decorations. It made me think about how they’d always been there, but because of the city’s efficient layout blocking the night sky.
They couldn’t be-seen. It was nice to see the world differently, but as the recycling facility neon lights came into view, along with the ominous presence of the building’s location. On top of a hill, amplified by the cool air that crept up my spine. As I struggled my way to the top and approached the door on the exterior of the building. Unsure of what kind of response to expect. After a moment, a tall man emerged from the doorway, his foot impatiently tapping on the ground, his eyes fixed on me with a gaze as piercing as a drill, emanating an aggravated demeanor.
He held out his hand coldly for the money owed to him. With a bit of fear, I handed him the money, and he pointed to the trash before walking back inside and slamming the door behind him. My heart sank at the cruel reminder of how people could be. In the process of pulling her out of the trash, brushing away any debris, and laying her down on my wagon, covering her with my jacket because she looked cold, making me further dwell on how indifferent people really were when labels were involved.
