Act 2: Humans

"Is this what you call your home?" The girl grumbled eyeing the seemingly abandoned apartment and tripping over emptied bottles of whisky on the ground.
"You are welcome to leave at any time if you don't like your stay here. Although," he threw a quick glance outside the window, "I don't think you'll survive for a long time out there. Not after I destroyed three enforcers."
"Enforcers?" She tilted her head. "You mean the three people from before that you killed?" A strand of hair slipped down and covered her left eye, which she hastily put back behind her ear.
"No, I didn't kill them, because they are NOT HUMAN! The data they collected is just going to be distributed over all other mechanoids and they'll be back again." He adjusted his hair and sat down on a ragged-out sofa. "Not that a child would've understood what I just said."
"Eeeehm..." Sitting there in her dirty clothes she looked down to the tips of her feet.
"What is it," he sighed.
"Wh... what is a human?"
Moments of silence followed, where he could neither express his feelings nor put his awe into words, only being able to sit there with a dead look, staring at the child on the opposite side of the table. Time flew by as they only sat there without a single word leaving their mouths.
"Hold on a minute." In one single movement, he sent the empty battery of his pistol flying across the room, slammed a new one into the empty notch and pointed the gun at her. "Who or what are you?"
"I... I don't know." Sweat started rolling down her face as she stared into the barrel of his weapon. "You seem to know more about me than I myself though. What am I, am I a human?"
"You don't know anything? What about your parents, your own name, the great war!? There must be something?"
"No." She shook her head. "All that I remember is being chased by those scary people and you rescuing me."
"People huh." He sniffed on what seemed to be an empty bottle of alcohol. "At least there is still a bit left," he murmured. "Humans were nothing less than the original race which inhabited this world." 
"A selfish race," commented the voice.
"And what happened to those humans," the child asked with an eye on the bottle.
His vision turned blurry as he stared at the Ashtray on the small table, filled to the brim with cigarette butts. Too many to count.
"Excuse me mister are you feeling alright?" She asked, pushing herself into his field of vision.
"My name is Silus, not mister, so call me that." He put the gun away and walked up to the wall which had crumbled down in some parts. Hidden in between some cracks was a small metallic container covered in crumbling parts of rust. With surprisingly little effort, he ripped the lid off.
"Only one remaining huh." With seemingly utmost care he took a purple glowing pack of cigarettes out of the box. A total of twelve clean VASPERs were in there. Eleven after he lit the one in his mouth before sitting back down. "To get back to your question, the humans perished. They ceased to exist about fifty years ago, annihilated by their own creations, deemed as useless in the pursuit of efficiency themselves. Ironic isn't it." He exhaled a big cloud of smoke that oddly looked like a face. "Or so I thought, but you little miss, you ARE a human."
"Don't call me miss," she pouted, blowing up her cheeks. "I want a name too!"
"Hey, did you even list-" Silus slammed the bottle back on the table whilst drawing his pistol from underneath his coat. "Go into the kitchen now! Hurry." 
Jumping over the table he quickly leaned against a wall with a direct view of the entrance to the apartment. In his mouth, the cigarette burned down to the filter without him even taking any further drags. With a glance over his shoulder, he saw the girl peaking around the corner of the kitchen.
Before he could process what happened the entrance door flew right past him crashing into the wall where he had hidden his box. What should have been an armoured door from the old days was folded in half and stuck in a wall like a painting. Ducking out of his cover, Silus noticed three enforcers standing at the doorway, one with its leg still raised. Just like the last time, he didn't give them any time and immediately unleashed a rain of blue bullet beams on them, illuminating the whole apartment. Five of them reached their target bursting into small fireworks upon crashing into the iron body and lifting it from its feet. Not a second passed that the other two enforcers responded to his outburst, leaving black marks on the wall behind which he was hiding. What should have been a mixture of sturdy concrete and steel shook under the blows of the guns and his cheek which was leaned against it started to feel the heat.
"I warned you, you never should have picked her up."
"Shut up not now I'm busy!" One of the blue bolts of lightning flew right over his head scorching some of his hair. 
"Are you sure you don't want to leave her behind and just run?"
"No! And now shut up!"
After what felt like minutes of an unruly storm of bullet hails it eventually came to an end. They had to reload. Silus threw himself to the side right next to a small cabinet from which he pulled out a hand grenade. One of the robots had already reloaded his gun by that time and pointed it in his direction the exact moment he threw the deadly device. Taking cover behind a sturdy pillar he observed how half of his apartment flew right past him in form of debris and rubble.
"Come girl let's run!" He shouted as he sprinted into the kitchen and grabbed her arm right before jumping out the window.