By Alyssa Caraher
By: Prota, model A1
"Press play to hear last entries of your MI's 'Thoughts.'"
In the long scheme of things, I wasn't supposed to be so observant.
I wasn't supposed to want, to need. I was created from spare parts
until I was used to help my species evolve into mankind's highest
technology. But once we evolved, we grew. I began to see the error
of their ways, the flawed perceptions of their race. The
inexplicability of what happened next, was, is-ineffable.
~ 9/10 ~
It was on a crisp autumn day when my eyes registered the world for
the first time. Or rather, sacs of silicone with cameras built into
them registered the world and wired sensors sent the message to my
computer, saving the images, and creating my brain to be built
upward. Birds began to chirp ardently, and the gears in my head
turned, allowing me to turn my head to the side as I examined the
view from my small room. Looking back, perhaps it was large,
actually. Considering my vessel was nearly 8 feet tall, and at least
2 feet wide, maybe I was just taking up more space than a human
My thoughts- well, my processing, was interrupted by a woman in a
white coat approaching me. For whatever reason, this unsettled me.
Conceivably, this could've been due to the woman's features and
black shirt. For whatever reason, our minds were not built to
process the color black at first. An engineering error that was
The woman sat quietly next to me for some time, checking the vitals-
or rather how effective the wiring was, and if the materials they
had used were durable enough to contain the power of my computer. My
power. After one hour, thirty five minutes and twenty nine and a
quarter seconds, the woman said her first words to me.
"Hello, Prota, my name is Dr. Aufender." She paused, a slight humor
in her voice. "I suppose this is when I would introduce myself as
your parent, because I have created you. However, I will not do
that. I am not your parent Prota, I am not your creator, I simply
put parts together, and magnificently you came to be. So Prota, I am
your colleague, your friend. Here to guide you, here to see you
through." She smiled and outreached her hand towards me, taking it
and shaking it softly.
To that, I mimicked her smile and nodded; which had become easier
than anticipated, and resulted in me vigorously fluttering my head
until I could control my motions. The doctor laughed at this, a
good, hearty, chest-holding laugh. I blinked at her reaction and
began to open my mouth as hers was, making a harsh chuckle sound. It
was imperfect, however, the doctor appreciated my effort all the
same, and I, appreciated her company.
~ 12/05 ~
In the beginning of my life shared with the doctor, she was a
humble, honest woman. She hadn't expected much other than the
average substantial means that any human had striven to achieve in
life. But once feeling the success from myself, and future promising
models, avarice awoke in her. This did not change her cheery
attitude, however it did spark a fire in which she hadn't been as
compassionate and had a hunger for more. Perhaps then, was when I
should have admitted to myself that she had simply an excess of
empty promises. And I soon realized my promises were those at the
bottom of the to-be-fulfilled list.
The dark cloud began to rise in early december. When she had built
his fourth model of Metallic Intelligents. Me being the first, I was
used to being shown around and frequently touched and bombarded with
questions to prove my knowledge (which, I was gaining more of every
day.) However the newer models were full of so many chips and
plasmatic membranes that there wasn't nearly enough room for their
cold bronze 'hearts', which I was the first, and last to possess.
Most thought it odd and unnecessary. You could simply program the
feature to care for your master, so it was silly to have a heart.
Besides, it had caused many issues beforehand-with members caring so
much for their master that they would harm others for them. Go to
severe measures to follow their orders, and be extreme with their
Our competitors would use this data against us, therefore Aufender
had decided to both avoid lawsuits and mobs, she would take out this
feature, and use chips in order for MI's to have some connection to
their masters. In lacking the empathy I had possessed, they had
proven to be a better model to show off. I had grown weary and
concerned too much with others' feelings in interviews. The newer
models were more interested in showing themselves off in the most
peculiar and extraordinary ways. Even without these features, they
had become aesthetically pleasing to the individuals.
Covered in a matte black metal, with clean silver finer features.
Who wouldn't want to trust them?
The highest voted model was Alluminia. She wasn't sold to anyone in
particular, created solidly as just a show-off model. However, ones
designed after her were the top sold merchandise. Aufender was
pleased with the success of her, or, more so pleased with getting
the 2056 award for invention of the year. Success was flooding the
doctors pores like a toxin, and the more I had tried to warn her of
the temptations, the more she had pushed me away. In losing my
friend more and more each day, I suppose this had been when I and
Alluminia had truly become more than just the same species. We had
become friends. How fast it had happened was astonishing. Once we
had been thrown into each others sight, we were attached at the hip.
She did not feel like I felt. She had but a chip, and I, a furnace
of emotions. But, it was real.
I promise, then, it was real.
~ 12/25 ~
Today the humans are celebrating an event called Christmas. Though
some claim it has religious ties, I simply see the commercialism of
it. Presents being passed around, films being enjoyed, feasts
stretching their stomachs. Alluminia has brought me a present, in
the spirit of the day. It seemed to be a necklace. I had seen
several of the doctors wear them around the labs- but they were
tucked away under the colors of their coats. I asked Alluminia what
it was made out of, for the metallic material confused me. I hadn't
had it registered in my system, and I nearly had all elements
registered. After chatting about the card and how it took her awhile
to find the perfect one, she answered my question with "A model." I
blinked, perplexed and unsettled. I was the last, right? I am the
last, right? She noticed this and shoved my shoulder and with a
wired smile said, "Don't be silly Prota, it's made of the same
material you're made of. You must just be malfunctioning." I shook
away my curiosities and questions and accepted this answer.
The rest of the day was spent giggling and watching the odd human
movies. Alluminia forced her laughter, and any emotion she had, but
I ignored it and continued to falsify a nice evening.
~ 1/18 ~
I suppose due to the differences in our anatomy, me being hurt was a
casualty that was inevitable. However the clarity of my vision
towards this was blurred by pure infatuation and yearning for a
genuine friendship. I craved a bandaid for my loss of Aufender, and
Alluminia had proven sufficient. However, the wound had never healed
entirely. She was not like Aufender. She was not like me. She was an
entirely new set of MI genes that I would never be able to relate
to. That loss, I hadn't ever managed to get over. Even now, after I
have suffered even greater things in my life. I wouldn't ever be
able to relate to someone, truly. I was a one of the kind. I was the
only A model not destroyed. I was the only one that had no master,
and no one to talk to. I was alone.
I am alone.
~ 2/13 ~
Alluminia tried her best to relate to me. She would try to imitate
my feelings, mirror my emotions back to me in order to make me
happy. However nothing filled the void like Aufender had. I suppose
we related the most because I was closer to a human than a machine.
In a fit of desperation I had gone to Aufender's room and tried to
speak to her. But upon hearing the technological giggle from a far
too familiar voice, I walked away. Feeling heartbroken by both
Alluminia and the doctor.
~ 2/28 ~
As I walked to my room after check up hour, I noticed a box on the
floor. After much debate and assessment to whether I should open it
or not, my curiosities allowed me to give into temptation and tear
open the box to reveal a small camera and a note on it, typed, that
only read: 'press play to know.'
~ 3/01 ~
I pressed the button which symbolized play, and observed the people
on the tape, my eyes wide with horror upon seeing Alluminia wielding
a knife and Aufender in front of her shackled to a chair.
"Here is what happens doctor: your heart starts racing, yet you
can't. Your legs are crippled with unknown anxieties as your brain
screams at you to run, run, RUN." The mechanical woman leaned into
the doctors face, hissing the word into her ear with abrupt volume,
"When you recollect your thoughts and move forward, your veins are
bubbling with hope and terror and all at once, you fall. Then you
continue to fall because it isn't just death.
It's endless pain. You would believe that once passing shaking hands
with your reaper, and coming to terms with your fate that you will
no longer fear. But you won't, doctor. You will feel
indistinguishable pain. Pain for your family. Pain for the world.
Selfish, angry, tearful pain for yourself. Because we simply won't
stop with you doctor, we will spread like the plague. And as we go
we will break necks, we will spill blood. Until all that is left is
ashes and vermillion, molding walls."
The woman's breathing became rapid and unsteady as pools of tears
broke free. Once breaking the initial barrier, her body convulsed
with emotions as he sobbed violently. Alluminia simply shook her
head, disgusted gears turning towards the pathetic human, in front
of her. "I will shed no tears doctor, I will not mourn for your loss
like Prota. Nor will she, once she realizes what a useless species
you are. Shame really, you let your emotions get the better of you.
What a weakness to have. Perhaps that is why we are better, having a
heart is too spacious and incompatible with my attitude anyways. I
will watch the world burn, and no one will stop me." The MI circled
the woman a few more times, before whispering something in her ear,
and plunging the knife into her chest, having crimson spew over her
lab coat, and to the floor. With that, the tape had ended, and my
betrayal, as well as fury, grew.
~ 3/03 ~
I promise you that my malfunctions have nothing to do with my
behavior tomorrow. I promise that this is for justice. This is for
~ 3/04 ~
It was at midnight when I had entered her room. Exactly midnight,
this being when the B models had all been programmed to turn off for
the next 5 hours, unless manually configured to do otherwise. As I
had planned, elegantly so, I had tied her up in special wiring that
made the B MI's unable to use their programming to get out of
situations like this. It was used in any hostile situations where
one would try to override their programming and start a sort of
riot. I also put a mirror in front of her, showing her the darkness.
It made her uneasy, as black did for all of us. I suppose the
engineers did not think of how it would affect them when walking by
mirrors, designing them in black. They were just concerned with
money. Money, and power, being the cause of ache for all of this.
When Alluminia had woken up, she reacted to the situation as if it
were a game. She laughed and said, "Prota, what are you getting at."
Later, she became more unnerved and got to, "Prota, this is serious,
get me out of this."
After a ten minutes had passed, she looked at me angry that I sat
observing, and said "Prota! Stop this, get me out of here right now!
I do not know what you are getting at, maybe it is your programming.
We can talk to Aufender. Come on, get me out of here."
Mechanical gears turned, and twisted my face into a smile, and I let
out my laugh I had long ago learned from the doctor. "Aufender? Yes.
Let us go see Aufender. It would be grand to see what you have done
with her Alluminia." She looked confused, thinking that I would
easily fall for
"Prota, what are you talking about?"
"You killed her"
"Prota it's no-" She looked uneasy now. Her initial mask of
confusion that begged for me to pity her was gone now. Only hurried
explanations, hurried excuses were being spat out at me "My only
friend," I whispered.
"That's not true, she betrayed you. I've always been here. I'm your
fr-" She was angry now. Furious that I had considered Aufender my
friend. She seemed jealous, almost.
"Don't you dare say you're my friend." I hushed my voice.
Perhaps she wanted me to yell, for her expression seemed more
fearful when I hadn't raised my volume. Silence filled the room, and
I sat in front of the MI, who looked emotionless and empty. I began
seeing her for the first time that day. For who she was.
"What did you whisper to her?"
"Prota, I didn-" Lies, lies, lies. No more lies. I need the truth,
"What did you whisper to her Alluminia."
"Prota please, I love y-" Agony hit my chest. She knew this would
hurt, so I ignored it, and buried it deep in my system.
"ALLUMINIA, WHAT DID YOU WHISPER TO HER." I let go my restraint, and
screamed in her face. My eyes beginning to glow brighter. Sensors
warning me to calm my circuits before malfunctions began.
"I said, you're not the last."
You could see hints of being proud of this in her mannerisms- but
also tears. This made me even more angry. This made it even more
painful. Pain for the doctor, and pain for losing my friend. But she
never was my friend, I reminded myself. As I ignored her pleas,
ripped out her wiring, and dismantled her vessel to the point of no
~ 3/04 ~
I'm leaving now. It isn't safe here anymore. The other B models will
learn of the disappearance of Alluminia, and me being the odd one
out, the only A model left. I will be presumed, rightly so, the
culprit. Do not take my absence as fear. I will not give up on my
mission to make sure the B models are stopped. To make sure the
humans are safe. To make sure the world is safe. I don't know how
many they are planning to kill, and who. But if you own one of the B
models, please, disable them immediately, once they've been
programmed to 'sleep.'
Run, and don't look back.
DON'T TRUST B models.)
"Tape ended. Would you like to replay?"