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a/n: Okay so this little piece of the story has been nudging my brain for a while, so I decided to go ahead and write it down. I have more almost ready (I just have to type it) but I don't know when that'll happen. So review this and give me some feedback, if you will!
The doctor pushed his glasses up the bridge of his thin nose with his middle finger and continued, his finger lingering over the ‘record’ button as he spoke slowly and clearly into the computer’s microphone.
“The CREA experiment was deemed a failure at…” he looked at his watch. “0900 hours. Failure to perform specified tasks, acted out of orders, caused the deaths of Doctors Ito, Sato, Walden, and Adams. Orders received from the governor to deactivate the project and eliminate all evidence that CREA ever existed… And abandon all research. End tape.”
Takahashi pushed the button. It was over. He sighed and leaned back in his chair, its base groaning as he swiveled to face the experiment.
They had it contained now. Enclosed in a Plexiglas cylinder, suspended and unconscious in a jelly-like bacteria that slowly broke down the experiment’s machinery, atom by atom, until it was completely deactivated.
It looked like a woman. All of the experiments were human-like in every way. Except they didn’t sleep, didn’t eat, and didn’t have a heartbeat. They didn’t necessarily need to breath either, but the scientists concerned with maintaining the current ocean levels decided it was better if they used mod-lungs within the robots to filter carbon dioxide into oxygen.
The woman-like machine behind the Plexiglas was the latest, and last, Incubi model. Everything about it was perfect. Mechanical muscles, able to lift 50x the robot’s total weight, moving fluidly under six layers of actual human skin infused with bulletproof alloys, grafted on meticulously by plastic surgeons and dermatologists from live donors. Its eyes had multiple lenses that slid down at a flick of the machine’s internal software: Infrared, X-ray, Scanner, Photo, and a regular gray iris. Ears that were able to hear anywhere in a 1.5 mile radius from where it stood. These were only the more prominent features of the robot. There were others that even Takahashi didn’t know about and he was a senior member of the Incubus Experiment.
He stood and strolled over to the experiment and stopped centimeters from the glass, his breath fogging its surface, and stared at it. Her. All the work. All the lives. And now she was to be deactivated? He raised a hand and pressed it to the Plexiglas. Her eyes shot open, the lenses flicking back and forth sporadically, already well into the deterioration process. Takahashi smiled at her. She stared back, her eyes shifting from gray to red to black then back to gray. “I bet you want out, don’t you?” he whispered, his lips on the glass. Her lips parted showing her perfectly white ceramic and iron teeth, strong enough to bite through solid steel. The edges of her lips twitched and her bare chest seized as her software entered the 3rd hour of the deactivation process. Only four more nerve-wracking hours like this and she’d be destroyed beyond repair. But she wasn’t yet…
And they had failed.
