Emperioum Origins, Trivean's Story

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Trivean's POV

It was a few days later and I was cleared from the hospital. Loop was running the company for me in the meantime, which he was going to be doing in the background anyways. The king, Dermo's dad, came by earlier and bought Westbork's old house, turning it into a historic landmark. He brought some weird Coyrit, a coyote, that was apparently a doctor with him when visiting me. He did some tests on me for some reason, but cleared me for illnesses, and whatever the gas did for me. For the time my robots, who I've started calling the Nine, got me a new house and other stuff.

I stood outside of the hospital's front entrance, looking up into the sky as the rain came coming down. The city's towering sky scrapers lined with neon lights and signs were broken up by the newer holograms that danced on top of the buildings' ledges. The sounds of the engines keeping the vehicles in the sky and hovering above the ground gave low hums around the city. A few people walked by holding umbrellas and wearing loincloths and other tribal clothing that glowed from the lights imbedded in the fabric over top of pants and jackets.

"Alright, let's see," I said. I brought up the apps in my eyes and was about to call a cab when a long-stretched limo like vehicle pulled up in front of me. I stopped for a second as I saw Veron get out of the driver's seat.

"Mister Warmheart," said Veron, wearing a short black suit and tie.

"Veron? What are you...?" I asked.

"Doctor Westbork assigned us roles to serve you when not in the other two modes," said Veron as he opened the back door for me.

"And let me guess, you're my chuffer," I said.

"Naturally, of course," said Veron. "Now, let me show you to your new home."

"You mean our new home?" I asked.

"Well, the deed is in your name. So, you are the legal owner. Don't ask how we forged your signature." I got into the back, sliding over to the corner, seeing a series of long black leather seats with a hologram projector in the floor, with red lights illuminating the corners of the roof and floors.

"...How much was this?" I asked.

"Barely a scratch to how much you're worth," said Veron. "Loop has been running the numbers. Less than half a percent of your overall worth."

"Do I dare ask the numbers?"

"I don't have them on me currently. Now, let's get you home." He walked to the front and drove off with me in the back, letting the luxury set in.

Less than half a percent of my wealth? Either they cheeped out on some features, or I could buy out Dermo as the new king, I thought to myself.

I looked out the window to see a few robotic androids helping a few elderly citizens walk across the streets. The androids were obviously toned-down versions of my own, and had the logo printed on them reading: 'Warmheart Cybernetics.'

I sat back, thinking about the future of them. I knew that it was only time before everyone would treat them as mere play things, then other things... I can delay them from become higher intelligence by limiting their processing systems, but will that stop them from becoming murderous robots in an uprising? Like CLAW?

I got an alert from the text app and pulled it up, seeing it was Spark. There was a picture of a long metallic tunnel that was giant compared to him.