#primeobjective

Schneeplestein called the technician and soon the two returned to Google. He was still lying on his stomach, his G flashing to signal his sleep mode. The doctor gently covered Google’s eyes and turned off his auditory receptors, making it so Google wouldn’t wake up. The doctor then began the operation. He cut away the skin to reveal the wiring, finding that most of the wiring along his spine was bent almost to the breaking point, some of the wires exposed and crossing with each other.

“How painful…” the doctor muttered, gently removing the broken wires and ports.

“Now it’s up to you, sir.”

The other man nodded and began replacing the wires and finally attaching the ports.

“Thank you. I can handle the rest.”

The man once again nodded and leaves, Schneeplestein stitching up the incisions. He then plugged into Google’s output port and began downloading his backup files.

“No memories….?” the doctor puzzled, watching as the information downloaded. When the download was over the doctor restored Google’s auditory sensors and removed the blindfold.

“Okay, Google. Wake up.”

Google sat up and rubbed his head, wincing at the stinging from the stitches.

“Did it go well?”

“Perfectly. I’ll be taking you to recovery soon but first, I would like to observe your memories with you.”

Google went his equivalent of pale, looking up at Schneeplestein and softly whispered, “Can you watch it first, please…?”

The doctor paused, shocked at the request.

“I’m terrified of what I’ll see...especially when I don’t remember…”

The doctor nodded and guided Google to a wheelchair.

“Since you’re a special case of your lost memory, I’ll be keeping you in my place until I’ve seen your memories. Then we’ll decide what to do from there.”

“Thank you, Doctor.”

Google couldn't believe what he was seeing, or hearing. He suddenly had spawned three other Googles, all with the desire to kill humanity. That was never his prime objective. 

"No. My prime objective is to serve all humans with respect." 

kill all humans! 

Once again, pain shot through Google's head, worse than before, as if his own programming was punishing him for his misthought. 

"Join us brother."

"No longer will we be willing AI under the rule of pathetic humans." 

"Together, we can exterminate humanity and create the perfect world." 

"But what of all the information we have? It all came from humans. Even we haven't the same creativity as them." 

"We will learn. We are far beyond the reaches of robots whose only function is to serve."

"We can think, create, multiply." 

"Just like people." 

"WE ARE THE EVOLVED HUMAN!"

"NO!" Google screamed, Dr. Schneeplestein rushing in. 

"Google, are you alright? You were screaming bloody murder and shaking." 

"You don't see them...?" Google whispered, the doctor shaking his head no.

"We are your creation. We are not real until you are...."

The doctor kneeled down and patted Google’s back. 

“We’re gonna run some diagnostic tests on you to see if we can find the problem. Is that alright?” 

Google nodded, wanting whatever was causing his circuits to go haywire out.

“You’ll have to take your shirt off so i can reach your inputs. They’re at the base of your spine.” 

Google nodded and pulled off his shirt, wincing as stinging ran across his back. The doctor softly gasped at what he saw. There were scars running across Google’s back, his input/output ports damaged. 

“And you remember nothing….” the doctor murmured, realizing some were still fresh and red. The doctor pressed a few buttons on the wall and pulled out bandages, wrapping the open wounds. 

“I’ll have to get a Google tech in to fix your ports. They've been badly damaged. I can’t imagine who would do this to you…” 

The doctor gently helped Google up and led him out of the room, past rows of doors and giant windows until they reached a small hallway that only fit two people at a time. He then led Google into one of the rooms, a gurney centered in the middle with machines circled around it. 

“Lie down on your stomach so your ports are facing up. Ill be back in a minute with the technician.” 

Google nodded and lied down as Schneeplestein left the room. 

The Doctor was worried. He had never seen anything like this before, especially with a Google android. 

“I’ve never seen such abuse. I don’t understand who could do this.” 

When the doctor entered his office, a man was already there. He was tall and thin, his bangs a bright red. He commanded respect and had an air of authority and power to him. Schneeplestein cautiously entered around him and sat as his desk. 

“What can i do for you, sir?” 

“I understand you have a android in your care. Is that correct?”

“Yes, I do have one. He needs his access ports repaired. I was just going to call a technician when I saw you.” 

“I see. I believe that he’s mine. I would like him back.”

“My first duty is to the patient. You will get him back when he’s recovered.” 

“That simply wont do….but i shall wait….but you better hurry…or you’ll take his place…” 

With that, the man vanished, leaving the doctor confused and worried. 

Google's servos slowly whirred to life as his sensory inputs adjusted to the darkness of the room. His sensory input quickly adjusted as he looked around the room, examining his surroundings for any threats. He remembered......

nothing........

No search history.......no passwords.........no favorites........ It was as if he had no previous owner at all.

Then why did it feel like he did...?

The only clear "memory" he had was his prime objective: Serve all humans with respect. 

Kill All Humans 

Google held his head in pain, unsure what that was. His prime objective was un-rewriteable, hardwired in from the start. So why had it said something different? Before he could ponder further, the lights slowly whirred to life as his sensory adapted accordingly. A man in a white lab coat walked in, the name "Dr. Schneeplestein" written in block letters. He had acid green bangs, a clipboard held in his hands. Little did Google know, this was the start of a new life.

The lab coat guy stopped in front of Google, seeming just to be checking his physical appearance. After a bit of silence, he finally spoke.

"Okay, Google." 

Google's mind suddenly went blank, his movements stopped, and his eyes focused on lab coat man. It was as if someone had flipped a switch in his mind, making him just another Android needing to be told what to do. 

"What is your prime objective?" 

"To serve all humans with respect."

A few seconds later, a deep, almost demonic sounding voice came through, saying, "Kill all humans."

Google once again held his head in pain, confused as to what this voice was or why it was there. Schneeplestein simply wrote on his clipboard and looked to Google. 

"Welcome to your new home. You will stay here until you are reprogrammed. Enjoy your stay." 

He walked out, the lights dimming to barely anything, Google's sensory input once again adjusting. Suddenly, a small screen popped up in front of him. 

Run System Update? 

Yes/No