Dream Is An Alternate Universe
Humanoid #1

Everything is programmed for uniforms like this. Regularly, impeccably, without commotion, how peaceful. Every morning wake up at the same hour, walk the same street, and work in the same place. But boring, I was bored. I don't know how many times in my life I've felt something outside of the feeling system, bored. It should be humanoid like us can't be bored.

“Hey, MX-05, you can't daydream. It was forbidden, another humanoid” warned me. Ah, yes, even I daydream. Robots should not be able to daydream.

“Thank you, FN-12,” sahutku bitter. But is it possible that we are full human beings? But what kind of human being moves like a robot? That creature, the real man, was only our creator at the beginning of civilization. Aish! Stop daydreaming, myself! I have to keep working! That's all I can do to survive. My hands moved again, arranging the machines to make the furniture of the house. I've been doing this for years, but why does it feel so heavy?

“Time to rest! Time to rest!” The voice echoed through the factory building and at that moment the humanoids simultaneously turned around and walked into the canteen with uniform steps, including myself.

Nah! Nah! Nah!

Now it was the turn of that step that echoed filled the factory canteen. Everything lined up and orderly took its share. The same food and bland, very bland. After getting their share they sit down and eat. No conversation between employees. There is no joke. All without color. I want to share too. So today I decided to start a conversation with the humanoid in front of me, HN-40.

“Hei, HN-“

“MX-05, forbidden to talk while eating,” he looks at me sharply. Damnit damnit!

“Oh, alright,” I lowered my head and looked back at the green food with no taste. Unlike the other humanoids who eat without feeling. Oh, I'm starting to hate him. Wait, hate? It was a forbidden feeling in the system. So are some negative feelings such as disgust at these foods. What's wrong with me? Why have I been feeling different lately? Is it possible that I'm not actually part of them? What if they're not humanoids? At that moment I felt a spirit splashing in my heart. A spirit I had never felt before.

“Rest finished! Break done!” The sound reverberated in the building, I didn't even touch that disgusting food at all. However, I felt very energetic to escape from his routine. So, once the cutlery was located in its place, I immediately ran as hard as I could. I have never felt the wind so hard on my face. Also, to be honest, this is my first time running. The planet bans activities that cause commotion, including running and how lucky I am, this building believes every worker will be organized, so there are no guards.

The drap! The drap! The drap!

I looked back after hearing that noise. It turned out to be a bunch of other workers running small to chase me.

“Damn it? They can run?” I'm now cursing, it really has hit the existing system program.

“That's MX-05! Catch!” our position is very close. Before mocking them, it seemed like I also had to be self-conscious, my speed was not far from them. The young workers began to stretch out their hands to hold me back. However, I kept running until outside the factory gate that was open. That one worker's hand, I'm pretty sure it's an FN-12, holding me back.

“Just let go!” I snapped with the hand I was doing. Not yet released, my other hand has also been detained. I don't want to end up in jail in vain. Then I mustered all the power I had and jerked the two androids. Flashes of light shot out from both of my palms and they all fell down just like that. This is all strange, but while there is still time to escape, I cannot waste it. Now my only goal is one, get away from the city center.

“Two keys means two people. Should I go back to the city and find another rebel? Impossible,” murmured me slowly as I lay down on the hard floor of the box and glared away at my plan which was so sudden, without thought. When did I use my brain? Everything has been arranged in such a way, can really be run without thought. The moonlight entered my shelter through its small holes.

“Beautiful,” I smiled and pointed my hand at that line of light. That line of light fused into my hand.

“Ah, yes, the burst of light earlier,” I continued the monologue. My memory goes back to the chase, what kind of light is that? Why did it get out of my hand?

“Obviously I'm not a humanoid. I'm different, but what ...,” now I lean to the edge of the box, “with all the technology they have, sooner or later I can be detected here. Tomorrow has to move, to hell with the two-man rule, it's a fairy tale. I'll search for the two keys myself using my memory.” As the sky grew darker, I decided to go to dreamland. Yeah, well, humanoids aren't supposed to dream. They're half-human robots, but I've been dreaming lately. The dream felt like a bridge in your sleep.

A fire! I could see that clearly every night. Fire coming out of hand. It's just that I never saw who the owner of that hand was. Is that my past? Or is someone out there connected to me?

🎵 Yeaaah! Haaaa!🎵

And that shout, more precisely the song, led me deeper and deeper towards its origin and at that very moment I saw a compass and a small engine arrangement, like the one in the clock. Not for a second, everything was burning in flames. Fire controlled by an android. No, someone like me, a non-humanoid.

“Fire!"

Duk!

“Aish, damn,” I rubbed my head so consciously hit the roof of the cube. The song in the dream was rattled again. A scream pitched in the middle of the fire that always comes out in my dreams every night. If I had to find that person, where would I start?

“Don't look for anything uncertain. Just start from the gate key,” I'm back monologue.

“Now I have to remember how to find that key. Do I have to do something?” back in silence while digging up memories I stared blankly. One by one the contents of the book sheet floated in my brain. About the hidden gate, about the creator, and about the key. Now I remember something about how to get that key and where I should go. Spark the spirit back into my heart and lead me to start discovering what I really am. Am I fully human? Or more than ordinary people?

“If I can get those two keys then I can know.”