Revelation

The man wasn't destabilized by the feeling of the blade on his neck; on the contrary, he seemed almost aroused by it.

He opened his eyes wide, so wide that It seemed that they wanted to come out of their sockets, and despite the mask covering his face, it was evident the creepy grin he was making beneath it.

After that, he slided the blade into the space between his index and middle fingers, in a lightning-fast movement, grabbed K-111's hand and pulled the weapon away from his neck.

Then he approached his face, and began to speak.

"Do you want to know something interesting?

Each Machine Man is born to perform any job that would be dangerous or in some way unpleasant for a Citizen.

Each of you has been assigned a specific code that will give you basic skills that can enable you to work, but you already knew that, didn't you?

The reason why some of them may be strange is because certain skills are too dangerous to be developed on your own, and need to be controlled by someone in person. 

This is your case, K-111."

K-111 didn't understand, and irritated by all these explanations said: "What do you mean? Who the fuck are you?"

"What do I mean? It's simple.

I mean that from today on, I will be your boss, and you'll do exactly what I say.

My name is C.C. and I'm from the Big Government, I'm in charge of a very particular job.

In Citizen society not everything works the way they make you believe, there are defectors, opponents of the government, and dangerous individuals who undermine public safety.

I am in charge of avoiding the danger caused by these elements."

K-111 interrupted him and said, "And what is my role in all this?"

The man promptly replied, "Oh right, there's one more thing I haven't told you.

I'll let you in on a little secret, your names are not chosen at random, and they are not codes, but acronyms."

"Acronyms? And what are they supposed to indicate?"

The man took the boy's head and pushed it violently against his own, then looking him straight in the eyeballs and said:

"Your work of course."

"Our...work?"

"Exactly. 

Welcome to the secret section of Big Government, KILLER-111."