After Coleman stopped spazzing, I turned him over. Since he was so heavy, I had to put my whole weight into turning him onto his back. I examined his face but it looked normal. Though then again I don't know what it is I'm supposed to be looking for. I rested my hand on his chest and felt a little shock.
The shock jolted through me, sending an electrical jolt up my arm making me feel a slight pain in it. My breath hitched and I couldn't help the feeling of running away and hiding in a corner.
This is too crazy for me. My whole life I was trained to kill these things not help them and fix them. I was told they have no compassion or human qualities at all and that they were programmed or whatever to kill us.
So, pardon me for wanting to run away.
He isn't entirely a robot. No, I suppos
