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The city has been finally emptied, and even if we try not to care, we were aware of it. We didn’t want our families to panic, but all knew it was inevitable. The crisis outraged, even if all tried to deny the undoubtedly facts overwhelming us.

At first, no one really cared enough. If it didn’t affect them, why should they care at all? My owner didn’t, he kept working and going out as he always did. Life continued as if everything was just as normal as any other day. That’s was the common way of thinking until every single country in the world was enduring the same.

No.

There was no scape anymore.

And they though us stupid enough to keep hiding as much information as they could, so that no one of us were able figure out we had never been on The Plan in a first place.

The truth was they were trying to leave us behind without tarnishing their conscience as a father leaving their child on his own, almost certainly to be offlined in this cruel turn of events, even if they knew we were perfectly sentient. However, no one would want to save a mech instead of a human life, right? In their opinion, we were and always had been replaceable, disposable; they were not. It was rule enough to keep the world running in peace. In any case, as creators of our kind, they had the ultimate word about our final destination, and we knew one day all the words they said, treating us as part of their lives and families, just be forgotten in the emptiness of a shattered world.

I looked through the window as the light flickered; the principal electric system was failing. The smoke coming from the outskirts of our city was becoming denser with every minute, but human authorities ordered we had to remain grounded until further information was given, making it clear with the help of big military-grade armored mechs to keep the order. It was pointless to go there to see if you were lucky enough to accompany your humans; no bot was allowed to get in, even if you were a medic-grade or scientific-grade one.

We had been grounded.

Trapped.

Abandoned.

The Earth was becoming an empty lifeless shell surfing the cold space, and we stayed to meet whatever faith we had left, whatever outcome we had to face, despite not being even the ones who caused it.

For them we were just another casualty and they knew that didn’t matter what we would never fight them back. It wasn’t in our program to harm. We were created to help, to facilitate their lives. Even in the verge of extinction, there were we: watching them disappear into the stars with nothing more to say than a simple “good bye”.

My owner tried to explain it to me as my frame and systems were updated. I could notice the rush on his actions as he worked hard on my left knee: he had to finish before the authorities came for him.

No one was to be left behind.

Sadly, he was running out of time.

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