• Tyler Wood's Journal Entry #16
    March 28, 2010


    tab "So, what's so important that you had to see me right now?" The voice of Stacy got me both happy...and worried. I turned around, and saw that she was still rather annoyed about all this, with her hands to her hip.
    tab She was going to have to get used to that.
    tab I guess she found the time to take her back pack with her. It really showed how much she actually cared about what I had to say, that she'd bring her back pack, of all things, to a discussion like this.
    tab "Stacy..." I began, stretching her name out to stall for time. I bit my lower lip, and then finally said,
    tab "I'm glad you're here." Very subtle, Tyler, Very subtle, indeed.
    tab "Um, right," Stacy said, rolling her eyes. "Could you, you know, actually start explaining what the hell is going on right now?"
    tab "Stacy..." I said again. I took out something from my pocket.
    tab The gun. The gun I shot Mr. Woods with.
    tab I could see Stacy's eyes bulge as I pulled out the gun, as she whispered under her breath,
    tab "I knew...coming here was a bad idea..."
    tab "I'm not going to shoot you, Stacy," I reassured her, as well as I could, which wasn't very well.
    tab "Then what do you the gun with you for? To scare me? Because it's sure as hell working!"
    tab "Stacy..." I forced the gun into her hands, despite her resistance, and said as firmly as I could,
    tab "Shoot me."

    tab She stared at me for a second, and then, seriously, just laughed.
    tab "What, is this some sort of joke? When I pull the trigger, is it going to like, shoot out bubbles or something?"
    tab "No," I replied simply and sternly, my hands outstretched as I braced myself for the shot, backing up a few steps.
    tab "Are you crazy?!" she shouted, now no longer taking it as a joke. "I'm not doing this!"
    tab "Why not?" I asked sincerely. "You hate me."
    tab "Yeah, sure, I hate you," she quickly agreed. "But, geez, not this much."
    tab "I wouldn't be asking you this if I thought I was going to die," I said, though it was hardly reassuring.
    tab "Yeah, well," she began, shaking her head as if I said something completely stupid. Which, in her mind, I did. "You know that if I shoot you, you will die, right?"
    tab "Stacy, just trust me."
    tab "No!" she screamed. "God, no! You're the last person I want to trust."
    tab "I see," I said, dropping my arms down and starting to walk towards her. "Then, give the gun to me."
    tab "Tell me...you're not going to do what I think you're going to do..." she uttered slowly, in one of those deep, melancholy tones. I didn't reply. Just held the gun to my stomach.
    tab "Tyler...Don't do this..." It was odd, I thought, how easily emotions could change in a life or death situation. But I knew this wasn't life or death. Or at least, I had to keep telling myself that. And just as I pulled the trigger, I could hear her scream at the top of her lungs,
    tab "Tyler!" And with that, a shot rang in the air.

    tab I closed my eyes with my teeth grinded together, expecting something to burst. Execting some sort of pain. The kind of thing you'd expect, if you shot yourself in the stomach.
    tab But I felt...nothing.
    tab In truth, I didn't know whether that was a bad thing or a good thing. Even in the times that I was told over and over again I was a robot...I always though there was some spark of hope that it wasn't true.
    tab And now I knew. I knew it was.
    tab Stacy, though, was very surprised, almost falling to the ground as she could hardly spit out the words,
    tab "You--you're still--you're still alive and standing up....No blood...No--no nothing. How is that possible?"
    tab "I'm not human, Stacy," I told her with a voice tinged with sadness. "I'm not even real. I'm a robot. And if you can believe that much...Well, that's one step into believing the rest of my story."