Prime Objective (3 and 4)
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.
"I'll have to check into this....."
