A Story of Lost Time - a microfiction story

On a cold, damp night, screams of a fake man could be heard echoing through the streets of Amsterdam. A woman sat quietly listening as peculiar ticking emanated from her wrist. She had no name, but a number, for she was a failed project only few knew about. She was living but made of metal instead of organs. She had a conscious that grew, not a stagnant way of thought like program running her. She had was living but was not human. She nonchalantly looked down at her left wrist and a timer appeared through her skin. It read 5:56:34 in a bright red, robotic font shining through her skin. It would tick indefinitely unless unless she slept.
She knew who was yelling but his name isn’t important, if not supposed to be classified to anyone the matter didn’t pertain to. He matters for something but she couldn’t remember, recently suffering from amnesia. She had to save him, that was her mission, but was now more anxiously looking down at her clock, that just past the 4 hour mark. Her mission was sensitive but she needed more time or bad things would happen.
She got dressed and headed for one of the few places that still held the recharging stations for things like her. She now looked at her right wrist and a small panel pushed through her skin. It contained a series of buttons that were colored. She tapped the one with the acronym of A.C. The panel retracted into her wrist and she quickly became invisible. She climbed up the building to the 15th floor. She found the room with the station and kicked through the glass making an extraordinarily loud noise. She entered a four-digit code into the bottom of the meeting table. A small coin popped out of the middle of the desk and she nabbed it. As she dove out the window she previously broke, the security guards burst through the door only catching a glimpse of her feet.
While falling she inserted the coin into a slot near her wrist clock and the timer set itself to 1:03:27:54. She was ready to save the cardboard man. She went to the intersection she pinpointed with her hearing during the night. She saw what looked like the scraps of a cardboard box being dragged across the ground. She followed them to a manhole. She entered the manhole and as she climbed down, she heard a scream. She quickened her pace.
She had a map of the sewer system memorized, and with her acute hearing was able to recognize where to go. The passageways were dingy and smelled bad. She had about 20 minutes of walking until she reached a huge solid, circular door. An input climbed out of her finger and she stabbed it into the keypad. The password had quickly appeared reaching up her finger. She put it into the keypad and it was followed by the loud noise of locks moving. The door started to rotate and a loud grinding noise filled the cavernous sewers. The door slowly revealed a person who she would have never expected to see.