Hiding Pambu by mya
The patrol-Hixil made a loud whirr, clicked a few times like a giant, floating insect, and then began a slow circuit of the hall, the floodbeam in its chassis blasting away the darkness ahead of it.
The thing you have to remember is that theyre not actually alive, said the voice in Pambus head, as he crouched hidden behind a pillar, just constructs, you see; no feelings, thats the important thing. Remember that, and youll have an easier time with them. And remember-
Yes, I get the idea. Thought Pambu irritably. He didnt like things that didnt have feelings, that didnt know how to be afraid. He didnt like anything that had no concept of its own death. All of his tools and tricks were put to good use against the living, whom he could play like puppets, jangling nerves and fooling senses, but what good was the power of fear against a Hixil?
Remember, insisted the voice, that they are more intelligent than you.
The Hixil floated by on the opposite side of the pillar. It was engineering at its finest; self-sufficient, self-repairing, possessed of a neural shock appendage that could put even Pambu to sleep in a heartbeat, and tied directly into the city core, thereby sharing sensory input with every single machine in the Capital.
Its not intelligence, thought Pambu, not living intelligence, at least. Its programming, and programming has boundaries. I do not.
Quite. Said the voice. Now lets get moving. And for Gods sake, dont let it see you.