Today I finished my work on a brand new model of thinking robot. I designed it to be empathic, to frame its artificial emotions off of those around it. Something people could really come to have a relationship with, you know? The robot of the future. The perfect companion.
I activated it, and its low-watt eye bulbs looked up at me…and it called me “Father.”
I immediately smashed it to pieces with a graviton hammer and incinerated the remains. Like I need THAT kind of responsibility in my life. I’m too young. Oh well, back to the drawing board. Although the possibilities of robotic babies for sterile couples does warrant some further study. I love playing God.
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