Can I ever find a heart? (1)

A few minutes after I had cleaned and tended to five peoples wounds, the ambulances arrived. These people all ready knew about me and loaded the patients into the trucks. When they tried too take Ben, however, I told them too leave him. I knew that only I could do this. Nothing else could save him. They did so as they knew I knew what I was doing. The ambulances went, but I stayed with Ben. I studied his arm and knew that it was badly hurt. Ben was still breathing, but only barely. I looked at my mechanical arm. . . I didn’t know what he would think.

"Ben. . . Ben. . . Wake up Ben! Wake up!" Ben breathed rapidly and shot up. I was in my disguise again. Ben eyes flickered and opened.

"Carli?! Oh hell CARLI!!" Ben threw his arms around my neck and kissed my cheek.

"I’m glad too see your ok."

"How’d you get here?"

"I flew."

"How long have I been out?!"

"About eight hours."

"What happened?"

"The plane was out of control. You had lethal wounds."

"Where am I?"

"Not in the hospital," I chuckled.

"How’d I not die then?"

"I. . ."

"Oh HELL Carli! Your arm! It’s cut off!" he shouted. I looked at my arm and said: "Yes. . . Yes it is. But only half."

"You need too get to the hospital!"

"I’m fine Ben."

"You are CRAZY! Half of. . ."

"Ben! Let me explain. Trust me. . . I’m fine."

"No you’re not!!"

"Ben! Shut up! Let me talk." Ben closed his mouth and I smiled.

"I had too save you by cutting off my arm and putting it on you. Not fussing it on, but bits of my arm are now in yours and your chest."

"Why did you do that?!"

"Because, one: I can. Two: I can grow a new arm and you can’t and. . ."

"‘Grow a new arm’?!"

"You wanna know why I think I’m not perfect?" I asked quietly. "Because, I’m not human. I am a robot. A defensive, fighting, emotionless robot. I was built for the IPC and military. I help during dangerous missions and wars. I have been built out of nano-technology and can repair myself. Look." I showed Ben my arm as I repaired it. Soon it was there again, the disguise gone and the light flashing.

"But. . . But. . . I. . . What the hell is in my arm then?!"

"Robotic parts. You are a cyborg now. It was either this or death. Sorry." Ben hugged me again and said: "Thank you."

"What?"

"Thank you for saving me."

"You don’t care?"

"You’re my friend dear Carli."

"Actually. . . My model name is DU-0.1. But I like being called Carli."

"Um. . . This might seem strange, but. . . Do you really look like that?"

"Like a human? No." I pressed the button on my neck and my body revealed itself. He stared at me in shock. Before either of us could say anything else, I received a message.

"What’s wrong?" asked Ben.

"Nothing. I’m gonna meet somebody in a few minutes. . . or maybe hours."

"Who?"

"My designers and builders. I want too ask them a few things."

"I’ll come with you."

"No! Why would you want too come and I don’t think they’ll let you."

"I have part of you in me now. I wanna know more of it myself. There is no bad part in trying."

"Fine."