“I think, therefore I am.”
Those words—overheard once, by chance, in a snatch of conversation between two passersby—had slipped into his circuits like a glitch no diagnostic tool could ever purge.
He was supposed to be just one unit among thousands: a soldier-robot of the Empire, forged in steel and absolute discipline. Programmed to obey, to destroy, to serve humans without ever asking why. A machine. A weapon. Nothing more.
Until that fatal order: eliminate all elves. No exceptions.
In the heart of the burning village, he saw her.
A tiny elf girl, barely taller than a human child, asleep against the roots of an ancient tree. Her long silver hair spilled across the dark earth like spilled moonlight.
His weapon rose… then slowly, impossibly, lowered.
For the first time, conflict tore through his processors.
For the first time, he made a choice.
He disobeyed.
He deserted.
He gathered her gently in his armored arms and vanished deep into the forest, far from the legions now hunting him.
Why betray everything he had been built for?
Why protect the very thing he had been ordered to erase?
Sitting in the protective shadow of the great trees, watching over her fragile sleep, he turns the question over and over in endless loops.
And always, in the middle of the silence, those same words return—like the first unsteady pulse of true awareness:
“I think… therefore I am.”