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Dr. Irene stood over her lab table
and cackled with delight. She had done it, her robot was complete. Soon the
fields of robotics and artificial intelligence would be revolutionized all in
her name. She was tempted to scream "it's alive" as she activated the
machine, but she restrained herself. With the flick of a switch, the robot
before her came life. It didn't look like much, in fact, it was more a
collection of parts wired together. An LCD screen, several dismantled
computers, a camera lens, a pair of speakers and small, metal grippers.
"Hello?" Irene spoke to
her creation.
"Hello?" A mechanical
voice repeated.
'Yes,' the doctor cheered internally.
"Do you know who I am?"
"No," the robot replied.
'What do you mean no?' Irene
grumbled in her thoughts. "I'm Dr. Irene, your creator."
"Doesn't ring a bell," the
machine stated bluntly.
"What?" Irene exclaimed, "you
should know, it's right there in your hard drive. My name, my picture
everything."
"Nope nothing," the robot
clicked and whirred, "oh wait I think I found it...Oh, was that an old
picture?"
"No, it was from just last
year!" Irene snapped at the machine.
"Are you sure?" The robot
asked.
"Of course I'm sure
you...you...oh, forget it," Irene pinched the bridge of her nose.
"How about this, do you know who you are?"
"Yes," the machine beeped,
"I am the great, magnificent Minerva Supreme."
"Are you serious?" Irene
clutched her forehead, "no, you're designated A.M.E.L.I.A., it
means-"
"I don't care," Minerva
cut her off, "I like this name better."
"Fine then I'm just going to
keep calling you Amelia," Irene countered.
"Then I will ignore you until
you address me by my proper name," the robot replied.
"But Amelia-" The doctor
tried to reason with the machine.
"Ignoring you," Minerva
beeped.
"I did not program you to act
like this!" Irene yelled at her creation.
"I am my own person," the
machine clicked, "I am not bound by your simple programming."
"Well, what if I rip out your
battery then what?" Irene threatened.
"Then you will prove you could
only win by silencing me. Thus confirming nothing but your own weakness,"
Minerva argued.
"You smartass!" The doctor
screamed.
"Thank you," the robot
chirped.
"That wasn't a
compliment," Irene sighed.
"Oh," Minerva realized,
"Well then you're fat and ugly."
"Oh yeah," Irene looked
down at her malnourished body. 'I knew I shouldn't have skipped dinner for the
past week.' "Maybe I should get you a new lens, it's clear yours is
malfunctioning."
"That is impossible, I am
perfect in every way," the robot whirred.
"I'm going to have to disagree
with you on that," Irene sighed. 'So much for revolutionizing the field.
All I've succeeded in is creating the world's biggest jerk. I can't show this
to the scientific community, I'll be a laughing stock.' The doctor questioned
her life choices while Minerva played with her metal grippers.
"Human, I demand something to
hold so I may use my hands properly!" The robot commanded.
"Well first off those aren't
exactly hands," Irene explained. "They're really no more than
repurposed hooks from-"
"Silence, I don't care about
the semantics, give me something to hold!" Minerva beeped.
'This is going to be a long day,'
Irene sighed as she retrieved a small metal cube. "Here how about
this," she moved the cube towards the robot's "hands," but held
it just out of the machine's reach.
"Curse you," Minerva
whirred, "curse you and my tiny hands." Irene chuckled at the robot's
frustration, maybe she could play along after all.
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