Absent Stories

the fleeing feeling of sentience wasn't uncommon for the droid. Designation Emergency Protocall - two, four, sixty-seven - B-two, otherwise known as Malent. 'Emotions got in the way' is what he always heard as the reasoning for him not being allowed to be emotionally or mentally present. he knew, of course, those things got in the way of his main objective, being a last resort, but, he did yearn for the feeling of freedom, free choice, not just fading moments of it as he was turned on or off.

so, when he awoke to no adjective, no blearing sirens and rushing mechanics, he, released a sigh of relief, thinking that this, he hoped, was the moment of peace he sought.

and that it was, after being released from his wire like holding form, he took a look at his hands. they were in his control, not a machines, he was, himself again. a person he only knew sparingly, but knew none the less. if he was able to weep, he would have wept as he ran to his comrades in a hug, long had the war ended, but only now could they truly know the feeling of peace.