I crouch on the ledge of small building. On the streets below I watch a lone warrior. He seems to be contemplating something, maybe thinking of the past, or maybe leaving memories behind. Either way he seems confused. I decide to follow him. Not in sight, but from the rooftops. He seems wary of his surroundings, and decides to explore the inside of a near building. I climb to the roof of it and listen to the activity on the inside. There is movement. More than just my secret observation. Is he meeting someone? No. There is aggressive movement. By the sound of it there are five hostiles. Should I help? No. I want to see what he can do. It seems there has been a confrontation. The other four hostiles have seemed to have stayed behind. What could their intents be? I cock my head in deep thought. An explosion? My friend seems busy. Silence. No. Another explosion. My companion exits the building, looks back, and tosses a grenade. Does he sense the other four? No time to think. The building falls from under my feet and I crumble with it. If there was flesh on my face it would have formed a smile. I lay in the rubble. Lift my head, and stand. I zoom on my companion with my right sensor as he walks into the distance. Thought is something beautiful to experience. Humans interest me with their fears and worries. I scale the nearest building, and look back to the rubble. I feel a sense of elation, or what I believe it to be. Two lifeforms still exist within the mess. It seems they are trying to escape. No problem. My friend can handle it. I will leave it for him. Humanity has always thought of me a machine. No impressions. Why leave any now? To him, I am non existent, and I will always remain the ghostly shell I am viewed as. I will always remain... "Nameless" :D loved your story... thought I should respect it with a reply :) ps. please excuse any rotten grammar XD