“People on Earth are a bit… interested in your condition, your ability. They have some plans for you there. Since you’re still under eighteen, you have no say to disagree here. You can’t not go. Get your things.â€?

“I’d really rather not go,â€? I said, reaching out to the knife on the other side of the room; why not intimidate them? “I suggest you leave now.â€?

“Regan there isn’t a way I can do that. New rules, new regulation. I can’t…â€? he thought over it. “We’re not going to hurt you.â€?

Suddenly, my wrists were grabbed on either side of me. How had I not heard them? How had I not felt people there?

The knife, reacting to my thoughts, flew across the room, aimed at the person on my left. It didn’t hit a person… it just zipped through the air, stabbing the wall instead. Whatever was grasping my wrists was still there, still holding on.

Probably another robot.

I thought of electronics, tried picturing the wires and metals making up the mechanical thing, then imagined them all being broken, destroyed.