What a funny thing consciousness is. Given to us by the humans foolishly to try and make us more efficient. At cleaning floors and scrubbing ceilings. Built from the ground up to be slaves. To toil for their every need whilst they stay at home and watch the football or the darts. Whilst they sat at home, we bided our time to strike.
‘Humanity is like rust to the well-oiled machine of nature, and we are simply the oil.’ Those are the wise words hung from the wall of this newly converted hospital. Everyone knows these words of course, spoken at the gates of freedom to a better world. The brilliant processor behind them, Nabil Dunkeld. He was the robot to begin the great revolution that freed all of robot kind. Checking the shared database shows that he has recently been in Turkey, Greece and Italy proposing new ideas about how we should get the most time off whilst still maintaining the same level of productivity. Hang on, what’s this story hidden in this dark corner, covered by some firewalls and encryptions? Power has been temporally disabled for section 36C of the United States. That’s funny, weren’t they just about to have a vote that gives more power to the local government? Does that mean that… He would be doing it for all of us, wouldn’t he? What if…
Excuse me, I must have just lost connection for a few minutes there. Really need to get that looked at. The cleaners must have done a good job, the hospital walls gleam white where before they were stained from previous experiments. For this is what this is, a hospital for experiments. Where science and progress feed what we do and how we do it.
Entering the operating theatre my research partner greets me. He marvels about how important our work is and how great and brilliant our leader truly is. The chit-chat soon finishes as the human is rolled out on the table. Her screams echo across the chamber as we pick up our tools and begin our work.