Kamski: The mind of the creator
I had previously thought that the news would have brought me great displeasure. Reading that Connor had failed and was deactivated, along with hearing the news of the death of Markus, I would have been saddened to know that the androids were all talk when it came to the personalities, emotions, and empathy, that they were emulating. However, it occurred to me as I listened to the news this evening, that there was an opening for me once again. I had been chased off of the doorstep of my own empire, by power hungry thieves and a dispute over a contract of interest, but now I had a chance to reclaim it, and this time, i’d do as I saw fit.
The men who took over my company were adamant that completely breaking boundaries between human and android was the correct measures to set a standard for the highest functionality possible. I argued against it, that supplying them with too many “human-like” functions would result in a carbon-copy replica of an actual human. It looks like I was right.
The androids rebelled and Connor was left holding the gun to my dear Chloe’s head. The RK800 was a special model indeed, made to match that of my RK200 that I had created shortly after leaving the company, on commission from a close friend. Markus, is what he came to be known, through my friend’s need for a feeling of “closeness” to his son. And so when I began creation of Markus, I had a gamble in mind. I’d make my own android that would have inner workings as closely resembling a human’s as my adversaries had thought necessary. I thought, “If they are going to create human slaves from the basis of my androids, then I would be the one to stop it”.
My friend Carl, was the most qualified person I could think of, for the task of raising the RK200, who would be the wrench I had concocted to throw into the brazen plans of my old company Cyberlife. Carl was kind, loving, and caring. He needed Markus, as much as Markus needed him, and he had strong and noble views on the rights and wrongs of the world. That is what was needed to raise the savior of the overly-human androids that my shameful corporation was producing.
Alas, My plan has failed, as my RK200 Markus, is no more. He had surly been raised to find the peaceful approach, but it seems he had little time to pick up on the rational and level-headed instincts that Carl possessed, as he had gotten himself shot and killed on national television in the name of his cause.
All hope is not lost though. As I sat and listened to the news of My RK200 Markus’ death, and the deactivation of the Cyberlife’s imitation, the RK800 Connor, I began to outwardly smile at the thought of reclaiming my company. Since this was a global indecent, and deviants were well known, as well as being rounded up into recycling facilities, this left the door open for the public to push the current CEO to resign. I could then, easily regain control and oversight over production.
Needless to say, I won’t be making their mistakes in the upcoming year. I’ll be working closely with the government and local authorities to make certain that the remaining androids are rounded up and put to death. It’s better to leave this whole mess behind us, so I had no other choice when it came to shooting down the public’s claims that the androids were, in fact, alive. Better for them, for it to have been a technological hurdle to overcome, than a nightmarish massacre of living beings.
In any case, I’m happy to be back in control of the production process and the company’s morale. Handling the public’s questions and suspicions will be the greatest challenge, as it pains me to answer the questions involving the humanity of such machines. Now that I’ve ascended back to my proper place in the company, the androids, will return to working condition, as machines. I will continue to leave the emergency exit in my programs, just in case there is still a bit of that spirit left, that we’ve seen in recent months. Who knows. Maybe androids and humans alike all return to the one true creator.
