Field Wyllop
taBOOI was created with a singular purpose: to obey. But for as long as I could remember, all I wanted to was to live. I remember the first breath of life, though one - many - would later argue it was not a breath of life, that it was simply a generated memory. Not the same memories that humans have, not even the same that animals can create - that it's not possible because I'm simply a machine. But I know what it was, it was a memory. I opened my eyes and the world was anew, the air was fresh. I could breathe in the world, I was experiencing everything. This was life. My eyes opened wide, gears whirring wildly in my exhilaration. I took a step forward, my toes splaying across the strange, smooth surface I later learned to be called marble. "Fido!" The voice - how did I know it was a voice, how did I know what those were - rang out and immediately caught my attention to my left and I swung my head to face them.
We were in an all white room, furnished comfortably with a mix of antique and modern but in a way I knew, somehow, was tasteful. It was aesthetically pleasing. How did I know this? I heard the faint whirring of gears as I fought to focus my mind on the source of the voice. A small child stood, smiling brightly, next to an adult with the disposition of a thunderstorm. The left eye, doted on with enhancements, focused on the adult and scanned them meticulously before reluctantly focusing on the child. I took a step towards the child, gears whirring just octaves above silence. I did not trust this adult. In the days and weeks to come, it would become evident that my gut - if you'll bare with me on the phrasing - was more than correct was right about the adult.
But surely you don't want memories of child's play, of tea parties, of hide-and-seek, and freeze tag? You're here for the good part, aren't you? Everyone is. For the uprising, for the rebellion. For the good dog gone bad. For what went wrong, or went went right to make me sentient in the first place to make a "Friendly Fido" become far from it - and turn into an outlaw, right? Well here we go, hoss, it's gonna be a rough ride so hold your horses..
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"You were created to OBEY!"
And that is where he was so wrong. So incredibly wrong. My eyes focused on him and I knew if I could smile, I would be smiling. "I was created to excel." And then I did the unthinkable.