Dedicated to Shawn Williams
Words: Sin Honor Death Life Optimism
To live with honor and optimism is a goal all humans strive for. However, most live in perpetual sin. I don’t mind this. It makes my job much easier. Slaying sinful humans is what I was programmed to do. Death is a thankless job but someone has to do it. No I’m nothing like Sophia. I’m stronger, faster, smarter, and much more dangerous. I look like a human man with brown hair and blue eyes.
I’m following my current prey now. A woman with blond hair and a nice pear figure. She enters into a Victorian home. In my programming she was going to blackmail one of my creators at Rayloft Robotics. I never get too into the details of my jobs. I just know it has to be done tonight. I am only what my programming made me.
I slip in quietly through an opened window. It amazes me how people feel so safe in their neighborhoods when humanity has a thrall with death and is always destroying each other. No matter, I focus on my job.
I quickly hide behind a bedroom curtain, knowing full well my presence will not be spotted. She comes into the room and strips down, about to go in the shower. Something stirs within me and I know not what it is. I continue to stand, my moment of the silent death blow slipping from me. I see her for what she is, beautiful. How can I even think that? What is wrong with me? I have a mission to carry out but I can’t seem to do it.
Holding back a sigh, a human emotion, I lose control. She must die or my creators will not be happy with me. Don’t I live for my creators? My programmers?? No, I decide. I can’t go through with it. I slip back out the window. Now I’m a renegade. I couldn’t complete my mission. Was it a bug?
The next day I spot the blond haired woman. She looks at me and I look at her. We both smile at each other.
“Would you like to get a cup of coffee?” I ask knowing there is no way I can even drink it. I am a robot after all.
“Sure,” she agrees.
We get coffee at a local coffee shop. I sit there and watch her drink from the cup she has.
“Aren’t you going to drink?” she asks me. I pretend to take a sip. This appeases her.
Six months later, we are together. She doesn’t know I am a robot and I do not tell her. I listen to what she says and offer my advice. It is a nice relationship. Still, even though I’m hiding in plain sight I know my creators will come after me soon. After all, I failed in my mission. But life is worth living sometimes, isn’t it?