Creating RK800

Chapter 4

I typed away on my computer researching anything that could possibly help. Maybe this wasn't going to be as difficult as I thought. There was Markus. He was a particularly unique model an RK200 designed specifically Carl Manfred in hopes that he could be the perfect companion. He was equipped with voice mimicry, a strong frame to support more weight, and numerous entertainment aspects.

I pulled up Markus's file looked through his code. I looked through what appeared to be random numbers and letters, but to me it was like reading a book. Piano, painting, singing, voice mimicry, action preconstruction, facial recognition, 400 languages, and internet linked database were just a few of the things the codes read.

I could see how facial recognition, languages, and an internet linked database would be useful for a detective, so I wrote those codes down. There was one code that I thought was strange to have, and that was voice mimicry. Why would any android need that? I know about Markus, but he was not one of my creations. Kamski simply asked me to give it a face and name then deliver it to Carl for his birthday. Did he make the code?

I looked further into the file to see who else worked on it, but the file was sealed. I wanted to get into it, but I needed Amanda's password and username both of which were locked down tight. I gave up on that and wrote down the bits of the code that I needed.

I continued to scroll through the numerous androids we had on file trying to think if any could have something beneficial for the newest addition, but all of them were pretty standard with not much to offer. I paused for a while staring hopelessly at my computer.

"Is there anything else I can do for you, Dr. King?" Chloe said approaching me after putting last night's dishes in the dishwasher.

I needed some time alone so I could think. It was hard enough with her watching my every move, and probably reporting to Amanda everything I did. "No, Chloe," I responded as my stomach growled. I looked at the time, and it was 3:27.

"I can cook you lunch now if you'd like."

"No its fine I think I'll go out to eat today." I stood and grabbed a pair of tennis shoes and socks slipping them on. I grabbed my notebook that I was writing all of my notes in before leaving my living quarters.

As I was walking to the elevator Thompson was stepping out with a Traci on his arm. I rolled my eyes and refrained from looking at him while simultaneously keeping myself from vomiting. Unlike him, I actually had a life outside of cyberlife. He literally spent every waking moment here as if he had something to prove, but the only thing that he has made certain is how he didn't know how to interact with people, yet alone women. I stepped inside the elevator and pressed the button for the ground floor. I watched the beautiful architecture pass as I reached the ground floor.

When the doors opened there was a small crowd of workers surrounding something. With curiosity I approached. There was an AX400 on a crude looking machine holding it in place. It was badly beaten, it's head was bashed beyond repair. My stomach sank and hunger was quickly replaced with nausea.

"What happened to it?" I questioned the people around it.

"The owner said that fell down the stairs."

"My ass," I mumbled. "Take it to the repair room. I'll fix it," I said glancing at all of the faces in shock.

"Dr. King, you can't fix this. It has to be destroyed and disposed of properly." A worker spoke up. He was wearing a bright blue jumpsuit indicating that he was maintenance charged with repairing androids.

"I said I'll do it. I need something easy to focus on for a change anyway."

They fell silent, but obliged with my command and followed me back to the elevator with the damaged android. "I can take it from here," I told them closing the doors. "Sublevel 3," I told the elevator and it began going down. I looked at the android examining the damage. It's memory core was still intact which was good. It would need a new head, but if I could save the memory I could find out what actually happened.