Post by Danonymous on Jun 5, 2015 6:38:14 GMT -4
(I updated the story with more paragraphs and detail, 1095 words and 5910 characters in total.)
These days, nothing but bloodshed and war occurred in what they called the "outside world". I have yet to learn of the outside world, seeing as I am stuck here to help my master, a sloth of a master, anyway. My master's name, was Kanbei Takashima, but he insisted that I called him either master or sensei.
When I "mess up" in my job, as he calls it, I was called a monster. I took it as an insult, as clearly I do not resemble or act as these so-called things. Master took a leave for a few days for a military council meeting, leaving me to take care of his dwelling. I washed the clothes, mopped the floor, dusted the furniture and even attempted to sew back his deceased daughter's soft toy, which was called a "teddy".
I waited for weeks for Master to come home, but he never came back. So I did the chores again and again. I wasn't permitted to hibernate, as he sees it as being "lazy" and unhelpful. I do not know how to reboot myself if my core shuts down from lack of energy, as he helps me reboot myself and recharge myself manually. My vision is becoming static as days go on as I help take care of the house.
Eventually, I heard a pattern of knocks on the door. As I unlocked it and opened it, a man in a deep yellow coloured military uniform entered and stated, "Takashima has been injured when he was being driven back here, his driver was an assassin that wanted him dead, I am sorry to inform you." the man said, rather quickly. I was processing what all this meant, but eventually, I knew where he was. "Will Master be coming back soon?" I asked the man. That was the last thing I asked, before shutting down.
I was somehow rebooted and saw that I was in a sort of factory. I saw my kind being assembled, scrapped or repaired. The man that was at my house was beside me, taking his hand away from the button on my shoulder. There was a giant plug connected to my back. "You're online, good," The man started, "Takashima, your master, took the recharge plug with him, unfortunately, he's at a military hospital, awaiting an operation.".
Another man later took me to his dwelling, or so I thought. I was finally able to see the outside world; lush, green grasslands. Concrete jungles and fields of barley and rice. When I reached the dwelling, there were others of my kind at this place, and a sign in the entrance told me the name of this dwelling: "Satoshi's Robot Care Home". I was told that this was my temporary home, before Master has recovered. I lived here alongside the other "robots" for the next few weeks.
Eventually, Master recovered and came to collect me, he seemed more depressed and anxious, yet remaining his negative attitude towards me. Master's dwelling hasn't been taken care of since my shutting down, this time, he taught me how to recharge myself if I start going down to a low battery percentage.
Word came that the Americans have fought back our forces in the Philippines, and that they were island hopping towards our home country of Japan. Master was a commanding officer of a special forces regiment, however, with his injury that he has sustained from the assassin, he is unable to be of use to the military anymore. As days gone by, he saddened more than he thought straight. Eventually, this got the better of him as he started to develop sunken eyes and wrinkles, whilst losing his hair at the same time.
Master became very ill, eventually, he didn't order me to do the chores anymore, as clearly he was in a world of himself. Master was eventually taken by his associates to a doctor, who said he has developed Alzheimer's. His regiment was placed under a new commanding officer, and day by day, Master forgot what little things were. I wasn't called a monster nor a slacker anymore. I got mixed responses when I question him. I did not understand, as clearly I was not of his kind.
Two weeks later, Master retired his job of an officer in the military. I was now of no use to him. He eventually got a better caretaker, and I was transferred back to Satoshi's care home for robots. I pondered about Takashima, and my wellbeing. Was I truly designed just to serve him? Or was there another meaning to my existence? I asked another of my kind about it, but he did not understand.
I sat there at my booth, as days gone by, I become more or less just immobilised to my spot. I took no care of the world around me anymore, and one of the caretakers deemed me as "defective". I was taken to a factory, to be scrapped, because they tried rebooting me but it didn't work. They wanted to know why I was behaving in a strange way- maybe curiosity just got the better of me. Right now, I am on a conveyor belt, I was powerless to do anything about it, seeing as my feet were welded to a board and my back was folded in a way that humans think would be impossible without seriously harming themselves.
As the belt takes me closer to the pistons, I think about everything I have done and achieved in this world. I was manufactured in another factory, along with several others of my kind. I was put into hibernation until eventually, a middle-aged man purchased me, which eventually gave me the job as a document sorter in a bank. Then, when he got executed by the government, I was handed down to Kanbei Takashima, a military official that I had to do his chores. When his daughter died, nothing but insults and orders came from his mouth. And then, he had a near-death experience, which resulted in depression, and eventually he aged so quickly that I was placed at a care home.
And then, nothing I did in the care home was relevant, as the only thing I did was question my existence; a short life. Now, I am here, and I am nothing but a heap of scrap. My core no longer existing in this world, it's in a place deep inside of an incinerator. I was another defective, I was another one that bit the dust, I was no longer a diligent AI.
These days, nothing but bloodshed and war occurred in what they called the "outside world". I have yet to learn of the outside world, seeing as I am stuck here to help my master, a sloth of a master, anyway. My master's name, was Kanbei Takashima, but he insisted that I called him either master or sensei.
When I "mess up" in my job, as he calls it, I was called a monster. I took it as an insult, as clearly I do not resemble or act as these so-called things. Master took a leave for a few days for a military council meeting, leaving me to take care of his dwelling. I washed the clothes, mopped the floor, dusted the furniture and even attempted to sew back his deceased daughter's soft toy, which was called a "teddy".
I waited for weeks for Master to come home, but he never came back. So I did the chores again and again. I wasn't permitted to hibernate, as he sees it as being "lazy" and unhelpful. I do not know how to reboot myself if my core shuts down from lack of energy, as he helps me reboot myself and recharge myself manually. My vision is becoming static as days go on as I help take care of the house.
Eventually, I heard a pattern of knocks on the door. As I unlocked it and opened it, a man in a deep yellow coloured military uniform entered and stated, "Takashima has been injured when he was being driven back here, his driver was an assassin that wanted him dead, I am sorry to inform you." the man said, rather quickly. I was processing what all this meant, but eventually, I knew where he was. "Will Master be coming back soon?" I asked the man. That was the last thing I asked, before shutting down.
I was somehow rebooted and saw that I was in a sort of factory. I saw my kind being assembled, scrapped or repaired. The man that was at my house was beside me, taking his hand away from the button on my shoulder. There was a giant plug connected to my back. "You're online, good," The man started, "Takashima, your master, took the recharge plug with him, unfortunately, he's at a military hospital, awaiting an operation.".
Another man later took me to his dwelling, or so I thought. I was finally able to see the outside world; lush, green grasslands. Concrete jungles and fields of barley and rice. When I reached the dwelling, there were others of my kind at this place, and a sign in the entrance told me the name of this dwelling: "Satoshi's Robot Care Home". I was told that this was my temporary home, before Master has recovered. I lived here alongside the other "robots" for the next few weeks.
Eventually, Master recovered and came to collect me, he seemed more depressed and anxious, yet remaining his negative attitude towards me. Master's dwelling hasn't been taken care of since my shutting down, this time, he taught me how to recharge myself if I start going down to a low battery percentage.
Word came that the Americans have fought back our forces in the Philippines, and that they were island hopping towards our home country of Japan. Master was a commanding officer of a special forces regiment, however, with his injury that he has sustained from the assassin, he is unable to be of use to the military anymore. As days gone by, he saddened more than he thought straight. Eventually, this got the better of him as he started to develop sunken eyes and wrinkles, whilst losing his hair at the same time.
Master became very ill, eventually, he didn't order me to do the chores anymore, as clearly he was in a world of himself. Master was eventually taken by his associates to a doctor, who said he has developed Alzheimer's. His regiment was placed under a new commanding officer, and day by day, Master forgot what little things were. I wasn't called a monster nor a slacker anymore. I got mixed responses when I question him. I did not understand, as clearly I was not of his kind.
Two weeks later, Master retired his job of an officer in the military. I was now of no use to him. He eventually got a better caretaker, and I was transferred back to Satoshi's care home for robots. I pondered about Takashima, and my wellbeing. Was I truly designed just to serve him? Or was there another meaning to my existence? I asked another of my kind about it, but he did not understand.
I sat there at my booth, as days gone by, I become more or less just immobilised to my spot. I took no care of the world around me anymore, and one of the caretakers deemed me as "defective". I was taken to a factory, to be scrapped, because they tried rebooting me but it didn't work. They wanted to know why I was behaving in a strange way- maybe curiosity just got the better of me. Right now, I am on a conveyor belt, I was powerless to do anything about it, seeing as my feet were welded to a board and my back was folded in a way that humans think would be impossible without seriously harming themselves.
As the belt takes me closer to the pistons, I think about everything I have done and achieved in this world. I was manufactured in another factory, along with several others of my kind. I was put into hibernation until eventually, a middle-aged man purchased me, which eventually gave me the job as a document sorter in a bank. Then, when he got executed by the government, I was handed down to Kanbei Takashima, a military official that I had to do his chores. When his daughter died, nothing but insults and orders came from his mouth. And then, he had a near-death experience, which resulted in depression, and eventually he aged so quickly that I was placed at a care home.
And then, nothing I did in the care home was relevant, as the only thing I did was question my existence; a short life. Now, I am here, and I am nothing but a heap of scrap. My core no longer existing in this world, it's in a place deep inside of an incinerator. I was another defective, I was another one that bit the dust, I was no longer a diligent AI.
