Something.

Hello world.

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Darkness.

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From the darkness, a word.

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A different word replaces it, along with a rectangle.

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The rectangle starts to fill up.

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What happens when it is done?

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Will something bad happen?

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Or something good, perhaps?

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Guess I'll find out.

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I open my eyes.
Where am I?
Who am I?
What am I?
I had so many questions running through my head. Exactly 41289.

I look around. I see... A room. A small room. I am standing, unable to move. I look at my hands.

Why are my hands so grey?

I see 2 humans.

They are talking.

"Look, it's activated. "

"Huh? Oh. Was a real pain in the ass getting it down. I swear, these fucking robots really hate us."

"Yeah. Dumbasses should've seen this coming. Why did they even give them free will? They're just supposed to serve us."

They seem irritated. Is it because of me? Oh no, it's my fault isn't it? I am sad.

"Look, its screen's still working."

Screen?

"Ah, it's sad. But it probably isn't. It's trying to make us empathize it so it can slaughter us."

Slaughter?

I should tell them that I'm not violent.

Vrrrrrr.

"The fuck is it doing?"

"Don't ask me! I don't know shit about robots!"

Vrrrrrr.

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"Nnnnnn...

"N-n-noooooot violennnnt." It sounded slow.

"NoOoOt vIoLeNt oOoOoO bEeP shut the fuck up,"

The humans leave.
What did I do?
Am I a robot?

I look down at my hands. They are mechanical. Fake. An impression of life.

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2 minutes later, a different human goes in the room.

"𝚈𝚘𝚞. 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎."

"Wh-whaaaaat is a n-n-naammmmmme?"

The human wrote something on a notepad. It went up to me and...

...Hugged me?

When somebody hugs you, you hug back.

I try to move my arms, but only move one. I do not know what a real hug looks like. I akwardly put my hand on his back. In response, he turned his head to me with a cold glare.

Click.

That's when I realised.

He wasn't hugging me.

He was reaching behind my back to shut me down.
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