“We’d like to call Charlie to the stand.” Called Dr. Hammond. Blue glanced to Owen with enough fear to show that she wanted to run out of the room, and fast. Charlie rose up and made her way to the stand, smiling her usual excited grin. Owen and Dr. Hammond had tried to brief her on what would be asked and how she should answer, but whether or not she’d retain it was the real question. Charlie took the same oath, and then Dr. Hammond stood up and approached her, beaming broadly. “Good afternoon, Charlie. How’re you feeling today?” He asked. “I’m okay. I don’t really like wearing my uniform though.” She answered. “Charlie, do you know why you’re here? What this trail is about?” “Yes sir,” Charlie answered with a slight sneer, “you’re trying to prove that me and my sisters are sentient, right? That we’re not just weapons.” “Do you think you’re sentient?” Hammond asked. “I don’t really know what it means…but I know that we’re not weapons.” “How do you know that?” Hammond asked. “Do I look like a gun to you?” Charlie snapped.

— Everyday Life with Raptors by The Knight Writer (67%)