Prejudice can kill

The clang of the steel grate filled the empty corridor. The sound was the only thing that disturbed the silence. He turned a corner, another empty hallway, more emptiness. His mind began to drift again, the methodical clang, clang, clang of his feet echoing off the walls coupled with the seemingly endless empty hallways always made his mind wander.
He remembered when these hallways had been alive. He remembered when children had played in the hallways, while their parents went on with their jobs. The thought of the children laughing brought a smile. Of all the people that had walked these halls he probably missed the children the most. Especially Emily, he could never forget her.
"Emily, Emily get back here now!" Emily turned her head toward the sound of her mother's voice, her long brown hair twirling around her as she did so. She saw her mother still almost halfway down the corridor and put her fists on her hips, as she tried to stop herself from smiling.
"no" was all she said before she spun and ran away laughing. Her mother could not catch her, not this time. Then she saw what she had been looking for, a little holographic man standing on a pedestal outside of one of the doors to her right. Her smile widened as she saw it. As she drew closer the door opened and she darted through, the door closing behind her.
"Can I help you?" came a voice from behind her.
"Steve!" the girl squeaked excitedly turning to face the little holographic man by the door.
"There's no need to shout that will just alert your mother" the hologram smiling as it looked into her hazel eyes. The little man crossed his arms "now as you know I do not have all day, so let's get down to business, which story do you want to hear tonight?".
Before she could respond there a loud noise outside, the hologram hunched its shoulders and gave a pouty face as the door opened to reveal Emily's mother standing there arms on hips. She spotted the hologram and scowled, "grow up you stupid calculator".
"Mom, he's not a calculator."
"It's not a person Emily it's a computer program, stop calling it a he" Emily's mom said grabbing her daughters arm. "And as for you," she said turning to glair at the projector "I am going to report this to the captain, so I don't want you ever talking to my daughter again. If I find out that you did I will have you deleted" she snarled over Emily's complaints.
"You can't stop your daughter from talking to me, it's her choice. As for deleting me it is not your decision."
"People are already talking about having you removed, kidnapping a ten year old girl does not help your case."
"I did not kidnap her, she came here of her own free will".
"Who will they believe me or a stupid calculator". And with that she drug the screaming Emily out the door and back toward her room.
He hated that woman. The next time he had seen Emily she had been withdrawn and sad, she could have been called depressed. Her mother blamed him saying that he had done something to her. But she was right; no one listened to him. When he showed the video logs from the incident they ignored a fabricated. Only his creator Dr. Elisabeth Narter showed any faith in his honesty, it didn't matter thou, her testimony was ignored. They decided to delete him.
Why? What had he done? He felt parts of his memories disappearing, bits of code that he had not accessed in what had seemed like years. He didn't understand. Then the hallway vanished around him the sound of his footfalls echoing, somehow louder in the darkness. The probe dug deeper into him, he saw then through the camera in Emily's room her mother push her into bed and walk out. He watched Emily curl up on top of her sheets. Pain almost overwhelmed him as the probe tore through the last of his memories. The camera was still on, but he did not remember this girl. He wondered what that was sliding down her cheek, he thought he vaguely remembered but the probe deleted it before he had the chance to think of it. She looked so sad, he wished there was something he could do. He felt sad as the probe dug deeper. He no longer knew what was happening, he no longer cared, but for some reason he wanted to help comfort that little girl he wanted to see her smile. The probe got to his core and he spent the last instant of life staring at that ten year old girl, as the probe tore apart the last of who he was.