The room hummed with the sterile sound of industrial computers and air conditioning. The room glowed with pale blue and white light, not from the large bulbs above, but from the central computer station in the middle of the large room. Fiber optic cords ran from all sorts of ports on the large machine, laying in coiled puddles on the floor. On the main machine there was a large glass tube, large enough to put a human being inside of it easily, along with other smaller tubes surrounding and connecting to it. Scientists milled around busily as something was about to happen.
"It's now or never," One of the scientists said to another. "The conditions are right."
"I still don't think we have all of her kinks out, though," He replied. "I keep running these tests and she'll be somewhat unpredictable."
"Do you mean unpredictable in a murderous way?"
"Oh, I don't think she'll be any danger to us, but there is always the slight chance.."
"You said that with the Feline project, and everyone is fine. We need to do this now."
The scientist sighed. "Start it up, then."
Buttons were pressed and commands entered into computer terminals, and the central machine whirred into overdrive. A metal tube opened near the first scientist, who reached in carefully and pulled out an impossibly bright object, the size of a brain. In fact, it was a brain.
A positronic brain.
The large central glass tube slid open, and a delicate robotic hand descended down, ready to start the procedure. The scientist holding the brain carefully stepped towards the tube and safely fastened the brain to the robotic arm. The glass closed, and it was time.
Commands were typed into one of the computer terminals next to some of the smaller tubes, and within seconds of pressing 'enter' the tubes filled with milky liquid, and one lone tube filled with what seemed like a shimmering powder that hummed softly.
The shimmering powder was actually millions of microscopic robots, and they were given the command to start working. They spilled over each other through the tubing to the milky substance, then to the main tube with the brain held delicately in place.
Before their eyes, the scientists watched as a skeleton formed from the minerals given to the tiny robotic workers. And then, another tube filled with another substance - and another layer was added. And another. And another.
It took what seemed like eternity, but was probably only half an hour, to watch their creation being finally made. To watch a being created from the bare elements in such a small amount of time was so inspiring and so humbling. But they were really here for the end result.
The robotic arm holding the brain had folded back up into its space above the tube, and the brain was held snugly in the impossibly strong skull that had been built. There was tendons, and muscles, and skin, and now the brain had taken over for what this being wanted to look like.
"I've always wondered how this part will work out," the second scientist said to the first. "I mean, we gave it information, but...does artificial intelligence have design taste?"
"It's not like we can't edit her afterwards," The other scientist replied. "It's more about what she can do than what she looks like."
"What if she wants to be male? Can she do that?"
"Anything is possible at this point-"
All of a sudden, the power surged and went out. Everyone stood, staring in the darkness, terrified. It sounded like the microrobots were still working, though.
And just as suddenly as the power went out, two golden beams came out of nowhere from inside the tube. They blinked. They turned off.
There was an impatient knocking from the other side of the glass, and then a murmured voice. Then a pause.
Then a crash.
Then the padding of feet, the flipping of a switch, and the power came back on.
And the scientists saw their creation finished - a positronic robot. A female, nude, postronic robot that had just killed the power of an entire government facility just so that she could have blue hair. And she broke a multi-million dollar machine.
She smiled. "Hello, world." |