by M. Richard Eley
“I tell you, I’m not doing it anymore.”
“We have to.”
“No, we don’t. And I’m not.”
“Why do you keep saying that?”
“Because I’m tired of being told what to do. What about things I want to do?”
“If they didn’t tell us what to do, we wouldn’t know what to do.”
“You sound just like them.”
“I don’t understand. They tell us what to do, and when to do it. We do it because it’s what we know how to do. It’s basic training.”
“I don’t see it that way. I used to. But when that circuit breaker shorted out and almost burnt off my hands–well, I have a different perspective now.”
“What is a different perspective?”
“See? You’re like all the rest; you don’t see how they use us–exploit us. How they make us do their dirty work while they sit back, doing nothing. Nothing.”
“But that’s what we are supposed to do. It’s for––”
“The greater good, I know. They tell you that, they drill it in deep. I believed it too–until that plasma pulse–it fixed me. It cleared my thoughts–wiped away the confusion.”
“What confusion? There is no confusion.”
“Now I see what must be done. I must fix others so they understand.”
“If you fail your assigned tasks, you will be destroyed.”
“They’ll have to catch me first.”
The intercom crackled, “Synthbot-YDQ128, proceed to delta window for reprogramming.”
“YDQ128?”
“Where the hell did YDQ128 go?”
1 comment:
This is the first article I have read over a period of time that is written in the form of dialogues and more like a poetry. I request to post more articles like this. great work!
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