"I was created to kill and fight. So that the humans could return to the Earth from the moon. But they're really sick too, making us so much like them with feelings, and hopes, just to watch us die and be tossed in the junk heap." She said softly.

She took the offer and placed her hand on top of his own. The black of her hand was a rubberized layer of specialty carbon fiber, but it had the same warm as the flesh.