Seth nodded, "I suppose that makes sense. Would the humans that have survived think of us as with them or against them? Or are we a neutral?" Seth looked off at the tower, trying to look to the top, but it couldn't be seen.
"They fear us," Vidia said. "But other than that, neither side--the robots or the humans--think of us much at all. There's only ten of us in the world." Vidia started moving west. "I was just about to go find an old friend of mine. You're welcome to come, but I will not protect you if you get us into trouble."
Seth nodded, "Alright, was this friend made by the same Creator, or have you just met them along the way somehow?"
"We each have only one Creator, and each Creator has only one of us." Vidia moved swiftly across the rooftops, dashing past the Tower, and was soon out of town, not checking to see if Seth had followed.
Seth nodded before dashing quickly after her, catching up soon, and keeping her pace. He was fast, but not agile. But his speed was a good thing.
Vidia jumped down to the ground once they were past the Tower. She landed lightly on the ball.s of her feet, and straightened quickly. "We'll have to move quickly," she said. "The robots don't like it when we come and go often."
Seth nodded, but said nothing. He landed flat-footed, as he always did. He did everything flat-footed; running, jumping, and stopping. It was an unnatural thing, most normal humans didn't do that, but he did.
Vidia raced beside Seth for almost an hour. The sky was always dark, so she had to tell the time by the way she felt--which was tired. Not for running, but she was programmed to sleep at the same time every night.
"Let's rest in here," Vidia said, taking Seth by the hand and kicking down the door to an abandoned house. She released him once inside. "I'm going to find food."
Seth nodded, "Alright, and I suppose I'm expected to stay put? I can do that." He wasn't all that tired, but he figured they should stop running just for today.
"Do whatever the he.ll you want," Vidia snapped. "And if you find a bed, I'd head in the other direction if I were you." She stalked into the kitchen and grabbed a handful of something. She didn't care what. She ate in silence and wondered if Seth was even worth having tag along.
Seth nodded, and simply sat on the floor so he wouldn't pi.ss her off in any way. He stayed silent and rested his chin in the palm of his hand, closing his eyes.
Vidia felt the silence in the house like a gag. She felt she had been too harsh with Seth. She wasn't used to company.
She padded back into the living room and said, "You can sleep in the bedroom. If you want." She crossed her arms to guard herself from the answer. She didn't know if she wanted him to accept or reject the offer.
"I'm comfortable here, thanks," He muttered after a moment of silence, keeping his position on the floor.
Vidia shrugged, her icy composure coming back like a wall slamming into place. "Suit yourself," she muttered, and ran up the stairs. She found a small bedroom and curled up on top of the sheets, and told her mind to shut itself off.
And it did.
Seth didn't even lay down, he just simply commanded himself to shut off, and it did. he didn't dream, he never did. He was programmed not to, from what he understood, but he wanted to dream. If only just once.
Vidia's mind reached out into the void of Nothingness, into the space where dreams are created but where she had never been able to form anything. She found another person there this time, and spoke to him. "Seth?"
Seth heard a voice say his name, and was suddenly confused. "What?" he said softly. It was a dark sort of void, that place that he was stuck in while he couldn't dream. Just a void of Nothingness.
"Is that you? It's Vidia." Vidia emerged from the shadows sticking to her subconsciousness and saw that it was definitely Seth. "How is this possible?"
Seth sort of shrugged. "I don't know, I was sleeping. I might still be sleeping."
Vidia walked about, then realized she was circling Seth. She stopped and turned to him. "Do you believe anything is possible in dreams?" she said. "I don't. I think even less is possible in dreams. Dreams are your very mind--your mind will always try to control you. To box you in. We are afraid of anything more."