I looked at the robot, then back at the Doctor.  “Do you really want to know?”

He nodded, walking to one of the thick cement poles and leaned against it.

My heart started pounding in my chest, making me suddenly self-conscious of all my movements.  My messy red hair seemed to stick out in every direction, my jacket seemed to become extremely hot, the torn up converses seemed uncomfortable on my feet.

I took a deep breath before I started.  I told him about how my mother had sent me to a camp that was made for demigods and when I mentioned the monster saying nothing other than that it screamed “EXTERMINATE!”, he gained a sudden interest.

“What did this thing look like?” he urged me to tell.

“It was just a thermos-“

“What were the arms made of?  How did it move?” he interrupted.  “Where the arms made of a whisk and a toilet plunger?”

“No, I don’t remember,” I muttered, looking at the ground.

“You can’t forget a creature like that, now answer me,” he demanded, anxious to get the answer.

“I-I” I stuttered, I hate to admit it but I was scared.  This man knew too much, he might figure that I was an evil person because the machine was chasing me.  Maybe it only chased murderous people and the Doctor knew it.  He might know something that I don’t know, I was scared to talk.

The Doctor raised an eyebrow at me, “Your heart also beats loudly when under pressure.”

I couldn’t help but smile despite the fear that built up inside of me.  The fear seemed to just escape, as if it was breathed out.  My muscles relaxed, aching as they slightly moved, the pain was from the strain they went through while I had built the robot.

“Yes,” I admitted.  “The thing had the arms of a whisk and plunger.”

“When was it?” the Doctor blurted, his eyes wide and wild as if he would jump off the pole and tackle me if he didn’t get the answers fast enough.

“Um, three years or so ago,” I guessed.  The Doctor nodded, his eyes seemed to calm down a bit.  I took his response as permission to continue my story.

He continued leaning against the pole, making eye contact with me while I told him about the main ship that was very important for our side.  I described the size and how marvelous the ship was.  Then I informed him that Kronos was ashes and was forming in a coffin on one of the decks.  The demigods found out about it and snuck on to blow the ship apart. 

“Do you know who was on that ship?” I asked.

“Hundreds of children, all meeting death seventy years too early,” he guessed.

“Yes, but I don’t really mind that.  My mother was on that ship,” I told him.  He broke eye contact with me and stared at the ground.  “If only my mother was alive, I wouldn’t mind so much that the gods had won,” I sighed.

“So what?  You’re going to make this robot go into camp and blow it up?” he predicted.  “All because you had lost your mother?  I’m sure that that camp is full of children whose mothers had died as well, what gives you the idea that your pain will be relieved by causing the death of hundreds of others?”

“I’m not a monster,” I chuckled.  “I only plan for it to kill one boy; the one that had refused to let me into camp and was the one to blow the ship up.”

“That’s your plan?” the Doctor asked, rising his eyebrows.  “He’s a hero to the entire race of demigods and you are doing this to improve your life?  You do realize that they will come looking for you.”

“They won’t know that it was me,” I smiled.  “No one would, and soon no one would care.”

“There is just one flaw in your plan.”

“And what is that?” I challenged.

“That I won’t let you do this,” he finished.

“What are you going to do?  Blind me to death with your flashlight?” I joked.

The Doctor looked confused for a second until he took out the thin flashlight.  “This is a sonic screwdriver, respect it,” he told me, sounding offended.  “And I’m not going to kill you, just convince you.”

“You mean that you’re going to brainwash me,” I summed up.

The Doctor got off the pole and sat on one of the chairs that were in the middle of a chaos of screws, tools, and scraps of metal.  The chair instantly broke under his weight and he quickly got off the ground, seeming embarrassed by the event.  He quickly composed himself and talked, “Convince, brainwash, same thing.”

I shrugged, shuffling over to a space in front of my robot.  “I’m listening.”

“There are more choices other than killing.  Even if you were to get away with the murder, someone will find out.  If Athena kids are anything like their mother, than they will be able to find out that you were responsible for it.  Then you’ll be killed,” he reminded me.

“I’ll finally be with my mother,” I pointed out.

“Yes, but if the Greek gods are real, then so are the Fields of Punishment.  If your mother was on the side of Kronos, then she is probably in the Fields of Punishment and you wouldn’t want to be there.  The best thing that could possibly happen for you would be if you could do rebirth because Hades would think up a harsh punishment for you if he knew that you were the reason for the death of the biggest hero of the time,” the doctor rambled on.  “Besides, he didn’t do any of this on purpose.  He was just at the wrong place at the wrong time.”

I shook my head, refusing to believe his explanation.  Maybe he was right, Percy Jackson was just a puppet of the gods, and he was put at the wrong places at the wrong times.

“I don’t think that you are mad at Percy, you are mad at the gods,” he continued.  “And the thing that angers you the most is that-“

“I can’t kill or even hurt any of them,” I finished, wiping my teary eyes on my jacket’s sleeve.