Kenji sat back on his heels watching her carefully as she spoke. Very familiar. Those words were like acid to his heart. It was like he would have to start courting her all over again and that prospect was very unpleasant. He had loved her with all that he had in him, more than himself and he was still not over the fact she had sacrificed herself without even giving him a chance to respond. It hurt, it still did even after all this time. It was great to love so deeply until something like happened. 

He snorted as he rose and walked to the bed, the words that she used made him ache. Anger flaring, at the phrase 'you humans' tipped him over the edge. He paced by the doorway running his hands through his hair several times. They had been very close. They had been. She was everything to him until that moment. He needed a drink and a couple cigarettes to calm his raw nerves. He stopped and peered at her. "We had been close before," he grabbed the curtain. "I need a drink." He marched out heading to the common room, somehow he found his way to Wrench's workshop instead. 

Wrench straightened and shut off the torch, glancing at the door then at Kenji standing there with his hands on his hips and his eyes on the ground. "You in pain?"

Kenji was but nothing she could fix at the moment. "No."

Wrench turned off the machine and moved the goggles from her eyes, glancing at the outdated calendar that she used on the wall. "You are not due for an adjustment." Normally, she had to hunt him down and drag him in for those. They were not pleasant for the patient but needed to be done to insure the mechanical, flesh, nerves and bone worked in harmony. 

Kenji sat down on the examine table. "She says she believes she has memories that come forth. She believes," he sighed and squeezed his eyes shut for a long time. "She said, what 'you humans' call it." He snorted.

"That bothered you?"

"More than I can say." Kenji growled. "The only time robots use that term is before they threaten death or something equally stupid. It is like that book you tried to get me to read with those immortals always looking down their collective noses at mortals and using phrases like that to continually remind the mortals of their insignificances." 

Wrench grabbed a fifth of vodka she had been saving for a special occasion and a couple semi clean cups and sat them next to him, she blew in them and wiped out the dust before pouring some in each. Kenji grabbed the offered glass. "She isn't human anymore, Kenji. When they took her to the lab, they stole that away from her. They took her sexual drive, her reproduction, and her memories in one swoop." 

Kenji downed the clear liquid and made a face when it burned all the way to his stomach. "That doesn't make sense."

"They want the humans to die, they wouldn't leave her ability to bare children intact, especially when she would be around humans. Nor would they want their terminator to have to deal with cramps and bleeding every month like a normal female. It isn't sound, it sort of defeats their prime directive." 

"Which is to eliminate us from existence," he whispered grabbing the near empty bottle and poured himself the rest. The shock of seeing her in those cords had tripped so many things in his head. He was acting on pure instinct from that moment until this morning. He was rational and clear minded which was putting a damper on all of those things he was telling himself last night. "What about her memories?"

"If she is having them, they are mere ghosts in her mind. I don't have data on android except for what I have gleaned from other chips, but it isn't in her favor. She may keep them but the chance of her relapsing back to her clean slate is greater. The robots are crafty, they don't their little soldiers doing a rebellious act."

"So she will just go nuts and kill us all?"

"More like just leave without telling anyone."

Kenji put a hand on his face as the buzz from the alcohol started tapping at his mind. He didn't know what he would do if she just up and left him again. Wrench eased the glass from his fingers and sat them aside. "I think you should lay down," she stopped him from plopping on the examine table and escorted him to her personal bedroom and eased him on her mattress.