Владислав Варган

 

I love when it’s raining. I with tender emotion enjoy small trickles flowing down the window. It does not matter, night or day; the main thing is that it washes the dirt off this rotten, gloomy city.

Due to my duty, I have to attend all three levels. I hate going down to the second, and especially to the first. All the dirt from the upper levels drain down. Speaking of dirt, I absolutely don’t mean water with dust or waste and al that sort of thing. I’m talking about people. About those who have not learned to live as a human

No, of course, there is also a dirt on the third level, but this mud controls a damned city that watch out for each other, but not for itself. Officials, owners of large corporations, public figures, they all inhabit the third level. However, the first level is a large trough with slops. Drug addicts, gangs, corrupt cops fill its streets. . I don’t envy law-abiding citizens who live here. God, how does it stink.

-You’re going to the lower city. Your documents.
A badge appeared from the slightly open window.
— Detective Kramer? Sorry sir, did not recognize.
Michael glanced at the policeman with tired eyes.
-Today everyone has a hard day, take care.
-Good luck, sir!

He had got his foot buried into the pedal and the car took his partner to the next crime scene. Why there are so many neon signs in the lower town? They don’t approach their role, as there are not so many who want to buy something. The explanation is one, there is no sunshine, so thanks to the signs here is always light. But is there any sense in covering shit?

The car stopped near the entrance to the multi-storey building. Michael wiped his tired eyes. He had already known what he would see in the crime scene.

The door of the building swung open. A group of police officers turned around:
-I welcome you, detective. -Said the skinny sergeant.

Michael immediately noted the letter F on the wall:
-I can guess that the robot does not have a battery. Right? Said Michael with a smirk on his face.
-Sir, how did you guess?

Michael looked at the policeman.

-It‘s easy, this model has the most powerful power source. If we compare it with the past crimes of certain Mr. F, we see that the victims lost the details inherent only to their models. So, the criminal stole from the first model, loader, hands, and as we know, loader’s arms are the most durable and powerful among all models.
Michael saw the misunderstanding in the eyes of the sergeant:
— The second model had no eyes, it was a police model. It is their eyes that are equipped with night vision, X-ray vision and multiple zoom. The third victim was a medical robot, it was deprived…
-Processor.- interrupted the sergeant.
— Exactly, officer. And this is a huge speed of making decision and a thorough knowledge of the human body.
The policeman nodding his head:
— But I do not understand what he will do with this? Illegal market?
— Maybe. Maybe.
Suddenly the lights went off. Police lights turned on. The radio sounded:
— Sergeant Martinez on the line, repeat.
The dispatcher’s voice sounded in the radio:
— The illegal use of electricity was registered in five miles to the north of you recorded.
Michael, looking at the sergeant:
— Strange, this is very strange. I want to go there.
—  Of course, sir, if you say so.
-And call a SWAT team, I think this is the one we are looking for.
— The sergeant gave an approving nod and reached for the radio.
Michael was driving along the dark streets of the lower city like an arrow, cutting the gloom around.
He thought: “How beautiful is the first level without light, darkness  fist him perfectly, all that’s missing is raining.
The car stopped, the police lights shined the abandoned warehouse, like a garland on Christmas night. This bright fun was joined by a bright glow on the roof of the warehouse. Electric shocks  sparkled with such force as if a team of welders were working there.
There was the sound of the loudspeaker:
— This is the police. Drop your guns, and come out with hands up.
— I repeat, drop your guns, if you have one, and immediately leave the building with your hands up.
Nobody obeyed the orders of the officer.
— Сut the power.
After a minute, the electric bacchanalia on the roof stopped. A screaming.was heard from the building. All twitched and raised their arms, in reaction.

Sergeant looking at Michael:
— What is this detective?

— Something tells me that we have big problems.
The sergeant, with a trembling hand, raised a loudspeaker to his lips:
— I repeat, drop your guns, if you have one…
Law enforcement rushed to the nearest shelters. SWAT, hastily slamming the visor, took firing positions. There was a frightening silence. No one wanted to see what was on the other side of fire and smoke.
— Raise your hands, this is an order — the commander of the SWAT shouted nervously  Something have started moving.… a child’s face appeared out of the smoke, bloody tears rolled down his cheeks.
— Do not shoot!!! — ordered the commander.
He stretched out to the child:
— Come to us, do not be afraid.

Suddenly, the child’s face disappeared into the smoke again, a mechanical sound was heard, and something ran out of the darkness towards the policeman On the long mechanical legs, there was a child’s body, huge hands with a roar were driven into the ground like piles, supporting all this ugly mechanical construction. Mechanical eyes thrashed from side to side, looking for the nearest target.
-The fire!!! — yelled the commander of the special forces.
Mortar fire, rushed into the child’s body. It screamed in a heart-rending mechanical voice.. With a wave of the hand, the cyborg threw a police car into the air. The detective rushed to the side, avoiding the threat approaching him.  The car fell just where Michael stood a second ago. Cyborg flown past. Probably, he did not consider it a primary threat.
The detective went to the nearest police car and pulled out an electromagnetic gun. Using this thing, the police often cut down the electronics in the pursued cars, it’s an old but reliable means. Turning around, he saw a huge cyborg rushing among parked cars and hurling up SWAT dressed in heavy armor, as if they were just feathers.
Michael rushed to intercept a monster who had already raised a mechanical paw over a lying policeman, wanting to kill him like a mosquito.

-No!!!-the officer shouted.
Suddenly a mechanical baby body pierced a speargun. There was an electric crash and the cyborg sat on one leg, his hands crashing onto the asphalt, a meter from the injured officer. Cyborg fevered by electromagnetic pulse.
Monster went up with difficulty and rushed to Michael. A detective standing on his knee began to hastily reload the weapon. Cyborg was inexorably approaching.

Five meters, four.
Spear entered the barrel.
Three meters

Harpoon was charged

Two meters.

One lane of charge, the second.
Meter, a huge car hovered over a detective. Heavy mechanical hands soared up going to crush all his power on Michael’s head.

There was a long-awaited squeak, talking about the full charge of the electromagnetic gun. Michael mechanically pulled the gun up. There was a clap and a magnetic arrow, hissing inexorably, rushed into the face of the cyborg. His head went back. Discharge began to crack
Затрещал разряд и car of death, twitching in convulsions, fell on the asphalt. Mechanical eyes went out, turned into lifeless crystals.
The sergeant ran to Michael:

-Sir, are you all right?
Michael just smiled.

— Today is a hard day for everyone.

The detective slowly walked into the warehouse building.

Moving through the empty rooms, he heard the cry of an adult. Climbing the stairs, Michael entered a room that looked like a well-equipped workshop. There was an elderly man,stayed on his knees and dressed in a white robe and on his knees.
-You killed my child, you killed my child.

— Mr. F’s put your hands behind your head,, everything is over, you are accused of damaging and plundering state property, illegal use of electricity and killing policemen.  You’re not obliged to say anything but anything you do say… … — sudden throw in the direction of the detective did not allow him to read the rights to the end.

A laser cutter flashed in the man’s hand.

“I’m not F, I’m Dr. Fra …” His speech was interrupted by a loud shot.
The detective put hid gun down

— It doesn’t matter anymore, everyone is equal before the law.