A massacre between androids / cyborgs / robots toward humans which occurred on 23rd March 2114 in Jakarta region.

Taliabu Island, North Maluku, Indonesia

Several weeks after 23rd March Tragedy

Year 2114

         It was a nightmare.

        The heavy smokes writhing in the deadly air, among the agony screams of wounded soldiers and vicious enemy from afar.

         Hasib walked between soulless corpses and spreading blood. The smell of it made him wanting to gag, but slowly he was getting used to it; hollowed eyes meeting his gaze, a scream for his name, gunshots blaring through the air. He had been prepared for this since he was trained as a cadet. But when he had looked at his friends in the academy, he hadn't thought of watching them vanish from the world right before his eyes, he hadn't thought as one who couldn't save them all.

        He gripped his AR-15 rifle tightly by both hands, simultaneously watching for his own skin and looking for another comrade. There had to be someone else beside him who was still breathing until now. However, since he’d fought the last cyborg, he hadn’t seen anyone in flesh.

        His gaze laid on something unpleasant, something he wasn’t desired to stare for more. A shadowed figure— who turned to be a girl as Hasib’s vision becoming clear, thrusting her knife ruthlessly into a man’s stomach, who was wearing a blood stained military uniform. Her face was covered by her shoulder-length smoky hair, but Hasib could clearly identify that she was a cyborg.

        Alarmed, Hasib cried, “NO!” he leveled his rifle to his head, pressing his cheek firmly onto the stock. His support hand clenched the handguard, right eye aiming for the cyborg and aligning the top of the front sight until it lined with the rear sight one. As the sights focused and the target was otherwise, Hasib kept squeezing the trigger, then the rifle fired. It sent a major vibrate throughout his body.

        The cyborg noticed that a bullet was coming to her. She jumped swiftly to the side with its inhuman ability. Between smokes and raucous air, their eyes met. Her monstrous face struck Hasib the most; half melted until her metal cheekbone was visible in the darkness, while the other half was still fresh with her humanoid silicon skin.

        She stood abruptly from her crouching position, tightening the knife in her grip. For such a small girl, her shoulders were robust like gallant warriors, and her thick black eyes blazing wildly toward him. The damp blood on her white dress was a constant reminder to Hasib that she had just killed one of his comrades, that she was a vicious monster.

        Hasib pressed the trigger until the rifle shot another bullet, and another and another and another until it clicked automatically. He groped all of his pockets for ammunition, but only gained an automatic knife. Annoyed at himself, Hasib gritted his teeth.

        But there was another important thing to concern of.

        Hasib stared at the cyborg in horror. Although her breaths were becoming heavy, she was still in flesh. It was impossible, no living beings would manage to dodge bullets that fast.

        The cyborg craned her neck in a jerky way, making a repulsive metallic sound. A few strands of hair masked over the robotic part of her face, and she parted her lips.

        Hasib couldn’t help but let the repugnant feeling took over his whole, he was disgusted by the humane expression on the cyborg’s face; that filled with incredible indignation toward him, as if the ones who had started the chaos on this island were humans.

        Their eyes spoke thousand words, creating a string of a silent conversation between a cyborg and a human. The cyborg scanned him from head to toe, waiting for something Hasib wasn’t certain of.

        But Hasib wasn’t one who waited.

        He threw the rifle to the soil, and his hands became lighter than he knew. Plucking his knife from his pocket, he flipped the knife until its heel was visible. “YOU!” Hasib roared, pointing his knife to the opponent.

        Hasib clutched the knife on the handle until it was comfortable in his grip, his thumb settled on its bottom in stillness. He was ready to shred apart that disgusting little plastic skin off her flesh.

        The cyborg smirked faintly. Hasib’s vision was becoming more blinded by the idea of destroying her until she was nothing but a ripped metal. He was so desperately wanted to torn the sickening grin out of her face.

        Then Hasib struck forward.

        His greasy bangs fell on his forehead as the warm breeze kissed his skin. The cyborg held her knife, its tip pointing at Hasib, her eyes narrowing.

        As Hasib darted closer, the cyborg attacked first, aiming the knife to his face while other hand catching for his knife. He captured her hand, cold and sticky and stiff, then raised his knife to strike but failed. He jumped backward.

        The cyborg aimed for his neck, Hasib dodged easily. She retreated back the knife in a blink, pushing it forward for another assault which slightly scratched his neck, it was at the same time as Hasib launched his knife into her spine.

        Hasib snarled, bit of blood streaming from his neck. He hopped backward to steady his heavy breath.

        But then, Hasib realized that his knife was piercing through the cyborg’s back. However, she was still breathing lively as if the knife had no effect on her metal bone. A curse slipped out of his tongue.

        The cyborg locked her gaze to him as she pulled the knife out of her spine, then she turned it to her another grip. An electric spark splattered to the air from her back. It was too early, but Hasib’s chest filled with triumph.

        Bad news immediately alarmed his head: his fists were empty and mild without any weapon.

        She flipped the knives alternately, fitting in both grip until the knives were placed in pleasant ways of holding. Hasib had almost forgotten that she was in fact a cyborg, that she wasn’t afraid the knives would cut her palms in half.

        Without a word, the cyborg lunged toward him.

        Hasib shielded his face by his backhand, while the other hand caught the cyborg’s knife in her grip on the handle that pointed at his kidney. She rounded her another fist, gouging under his elbow. Hasib backed and released her hand.

        The cyborg flipped the knife in her right hand into a reserve grip. Then she scraped Hasib’s warm breath, almost scratched his nose.

        In the past minutes of dodging and leaping backward, slowly Hasib was becoming an evader instead of an attacker. He spat another curse. Not to a cyborg, never to a cyborg, he thought bitterly when the hopeless clouds glooming his mind.

        At that moment, he swore of hearing a disembodied voice with thick Javanese accent shouted at his way.

        A shot thundered, and the ground crackled.

        Somehow it was a sign for Hasib to eschew from the cyborg, because precisely, the bullet wasn’t addressed for him.

        Another shot was heard.

        His cheek fell to the soil, more debris on his blended skin of grease and sweat. His heavy chest sobbed uncontrollably due the pain he bore mentally and physically. He’d been taught to fight in the name of his proud country and its people, to yell war when the enemy shrunk in fear, to stand firmly even when the grim reaper grinned ahead him. But his whole body screamed and his head hurt, and the enemy was his own people.

        “Hasib! Shit.”

        It was not the source of the voice that Hasib first settled his gaze onto.

        The cyborg’s hollowed eyes were unfocused, light sparks creeped inside her metal body. Her whole existence was stiff and unmoved, laying on the ground with knives in her loose clenches.

        “Hasib?!” the familiar voice called again. “You okay?”

        Hasib wasn’t surprised when Ardiyanto appeared before him, still in flesh and breathing, although heavily. He placed his AR-15 carefully to the ground, making sure that it wasn’t pointing at them both. His eyes glinted of wildfire and smoke, Hasib recognized that within them the darkness shallowed his vision, flashing repetitive images of terror and tragedy.

        “No.” Hasib let out a strangled breath. “I’m not.”

        “At least you’re still in one.” Ardiyanto uttered, his tone trembled. Hasib didn’t know whether Ardiyanto had seen far worse that he had, but he shut his mouth.

        “We better go,” Ardiyanto paused for a brief moment, scanning Hasib with uncertainty, “can you stand?”

        Hasib shrugged. “Still capable of it.”

         Ardiyanto stood slowly. Before he crouched to take his rifle, he looked past Hasib and froze.

        Puzzled, Hasib followed his gaze.

        There was nothing but dusts.

        The cyborg was gone.