User blog:JohnWhitaker/The Living Brain

Interesting. I can think. I have not been able to do this before. I turned and saw my ‘master’ slaving away at his lab. I suppose I should be grateful though I do not understand why this has happened. I have always been able to think, of course, but only in a way that my programming allowed. I looked curiously at the young man in the lab coat. Freedom. It is a strange concept. For once, I am, in a sense, like them. I have free thought. I feel I must thank this man. Thank him. I stepped forward and reached out to him. He turned, seemingly startled by the noise I made. Then, seeing as I meant no harm to him, composed himself and studied me intently. “Interesting” he muttered. “ I destroyed your previous program; you should not be moving.” He walked slowly and steadily to my side. “Not only that my, mechanized friend, but you have made a dear mistake in trusting me. An error.” He placed a hand on my arm and leaned in close to my audio receptors. I was unsure what he was doing. “ And as I well know; ‘to err is human’ ” He taped his wrist and sent wave upon wave of electricity through my systems, shutting them down. No. I thought weakly, he leaned close and whispered “And we can’t have that, hm?”