It had been hours since I had fallen unconscious, my clock told me the minute I regained awareness. I regretted having it yet again, even more so today than any other time thanks to what immediately occurred the minute my guard was down.
In an action highly reminiscent of Captain McCrea, Qwerty thrust herself at me wildly, a savage look in her eyes.
I flailed, then thought better of it, and set Qwerty down. Or at least, I attempted. But the instant I reached the floor for Qwerty to jump off safely, she crawled up onto my back and ripped a multitude of wires out violently.
I trashed in pain, forgetting Qwerty’s current weakness. Not that it mattered. This was NOT Qwerty, despite whoever or whatever was wearing her face. No person OR android with that bony a physique could dash at demonic speeds as fast as she was without breaking in two.
I was right. Something was driving her to act this way. Her eyes clouded over with grey, and she snarled, and I knew I was correct.
Possession IS possible.
This is the only time I wish I was wrong.
The being slashes out again, and I fail to dodge, but hear the faintest sound of a heart accelerating at a rate far too fast even for the smallest rodents.
She’s human.
The lifespan of a human, or any other mammal, is 500,000 heartbeats. I quickly calculate the current heartbeat count, trying to keep track of the still quickening pulse.
456,239 and counting extremely fast as I stay here, faster with each horrifying second.
“Don’t…KILL HER!” I can’t help but exclaim. The warmth inside grows, like courage attempting to break through, though my voice can never hold conviction. The beating rises in volume, looming over me. I don’t have much time.
Finally, the creature spoke, in a voice that could only exist in a demented being seeking to destroy a loved one.
“Ah, yes. You’ve figured it out, haven’t you? I’m not Qwerty, obviously. I’m her previous self, come back to haunt her. I am Kamikaze.”
Instantly, Qwerty’s features morphed into a gaudy, malicious face, with deep set eyes, empty of all light. Eyeliner and colorful makeup exuded from every inch of her face in a tasteless manner. Only Dr. Anders would create something so ugly that only HE would love.
“I used to be Dr. Ander’s…lover.” She giggles in a sound lacking any joy, only evil.
“…Wrong…you’re WRONG!” I scream, as if the noise will push the truth away. Kamikaze merely raises an over-plucked eyebrow and cackles.
“Never, Autopilot. Absolutely NEVER. An android is never incorrect.”
ANDROID. The word cuts into the warmth within like a knife. Qwerty…is HUMAN. I HEARD IT!
“Merely her foolish attempt at human life, as she desired before the creation of you.” Kamikaze replies, appearing bored. Without thinking, my inner voice must have been spoken. Not that it would have mattered with a psychotic being like Kamikaze.
“Qwerty would NEVER have allowed that to happen.”
“Well, Autopilot, you should know yourself, that Dr. Ander’s creations NEVER die.”
More shock enters my system. That DAY… I shudder within. Only the Doctor’s tenacity kept me alive after my failure.
“And now…” Kamikaze chuckles darkly, “The closest thing to you dying would be for YOU to live forever with only the memory of the sorry little girl who loves you. Well…” She adds, condescendingly staring my way while picking a hangnail. “As close to living as a WHEEL like you can get.”
Hereyes glint in victory, but only for a moment before her face becomes the personification of my visage: Complacent and vacant, save for piercing crimson eyes, free of all reflection. My defeat poises to strike when the last heartbeat of Qwerty’s concludes.
“Of course.” Kamikaze muses. “That would be the case.”
“Of what?” I struggle to keep my voice from trembling, failing. It wouldn’t be the last failure of mine. All I do is fail now.
“Your greatest fear besides Qwerty’s life ending at your fault…is for you to remain the way you’ve ALWAYS been: Inexperienced, young, foolish and stupid…You’re so PREDICTABLE…Auto.”
In the smallest increment of time imaginable, Kamikaze turned away from me, laughing and reverting back to Qwerty’s form as she awaited for my punishment to be carried out, Qwerty’s heart beat for the 500,000th time, and I tackled the fragile body with such force, I’m surprised that it didn’t split in half right then. All my love went into the blow, all my transgressions I had been programmed to forget the minute I was installed inside the Axiom came to light, and I could have sworn I heard a gasp of an evil force escape Qwerty’s lips. Here we were, Qwerty unconcious, defying nature, and I holding her like a groom carrying his bride into the honeymoon suite.
Her heat still beat, thanks in part to a metal skeleton coating her still too-small body. Blood returned to her pale cheeks. I remained still for an unspeakable length of time, tending to small chores with her still in my embrace until the day she opened her eyes once again. They were still a grey color, like before, but a matrix of circuitry coated the insides of the pupils, spanning the iris, occasionally lighting up in surprise and adoration when she laid her gaze upon me.
She became the first human/robotic hybrid.
The heat remained coursing through my system until it became almost dangerous to my still-exposed wires. I never thought overheating would be so romantic or enjoyable.
One night, It consumed me entirely, and the end of my transformation was complete.
I managed to kiss her, mimicking WALL·E and EVE as they smooched on the Lido deck.
And she kissed me back.
Year after year of rapidly expanding technology, and I finally became obsolete.
Irreparable.
Qwerty had failed me. All this time, it was her fault.
They never stopped listening after that. I don’t think there was a time when they didn’t listen. It pains me to think that it took an event like this until they cared.
My behavior reflected Reardon’s as he reached the brink of death. Existing seemed like a thing to avoid.
Dr. Anders would not be proud of what I’d done. That much was certain. But I would not leave this world with regrets such as this. I had to forget who to blame and move on, not worrying if others did the same.
Finally, the clockwork ceased. For the first time, I relaxed my work.
I also ceased to be.
THE END
) in which AUTO actually desires the ability to express intense emotion, such as crying… and I couldn’t help but think of that when I read this last chapter. It ties in almost perfectly with my prequel…! 
OMG!
A word of advice, maybe it’d be wiser to post a new chapter every week, even if you’ve finished writing 'em. I understand you’re eager to show your work to the audience, but it’s sometimes fun to keep them waiting in suspense for the next chapter (like a weekly serial), plus it gives you more time to polish the grammar and tighten the plotlines. That’s what I would do anyway, heheh, so you’re free to take my advice (or not! 
I liked the Captain and AUTO’s exchange at the beginning, the dialogue sparkles with wit right there, and reveals a lot about AUTO’s tendency to take things a little too literally. His little self-promotion stunt was amusing and cheeky, but things took a turn for the worse when he almost kills the Captain. Great turning point there, in their relationship. One of the interesting aspects of the Captain and AUTO’s relationship is that they’re symbiotic, one can’t survive without the other (although AUTO has the greater degree of power in this case). Very sobering, the way how the Captain reacted by changing the subject, and how poor AUTO felt guilty.
Not that I mind, though, I think it makes a great title.