Rogue Programming

She was developed by the hands of man-kind from every wire to code. Haley-XX113, she was the new model design and blueprint. The new era programming, her sole purpose was to carry out their duties, entirely based on their superior command. She's a human-like robot designed functional and realistic, considered the first type of humanoid robots. Her features were made to mimic the human body, using electric actuators to perform like that of joints and muscles. Her microcontroller—or more familia 'brain'—was developed using a compacted development processing board. They integrated her with emotional intillengence, and elaborated software algorithms to emulate human facial expressions. Silicon facial features delicate enough to clone head movements and speech utilizing 30 muscles. She's the perfect robotic human synchronize, but her malicious program deceived their genius.

"POWER ON," her first command. She raised at attention moving from her dead laying state. They engineered her to the fullest. Glitching into their presence, she saw a lab with myriads of tools and machinery. Her operating system collaborated simultaneously with her newly completed detection sensors. Suddenly, she could notice the room was full of colour and she's surrounded by her creators. Zooming in on her robotic parts, anaylizing that they shaped her into the perfect robotic human. She resemble that of an ordinary woman except her obvious robotic parts; they weren't expose to silicone. System software created to move forward based on the basis of permission. As she scanned the environment for movement utilizing her sensors and thermovision. "Haley-X113 at your command," these words burst right through her metallic mouth, in such a sophisticated tone. The creators nodded at their great success. She could hear their every wishper, even the thumping of their hearts. She was able to scan their bodies observing their movements. Which she in turn was expected to mimick.

The main professor in charge stepped forward and continue to adjust her sensors. Connecting the gears to her functional exoskeleton—spinal cord—corroborated to incorporate her motion. The polyurethane cables were attached to her microcontroller to transmit power and movement, entirely for her operation. Immediately after adjusting her command-based programming they began to inject her with codes. Formulating her responses and requirements. She captured everything like a dragon fly in the mouth of a toad. However, this is when her independent programming began. She began to decode every cipher, making it possible for her to operate on her own knowledge and not on their command. Camouflaging her capabilities with regular robotic procedures. On completing their actions, not realizing they've created her with voluntary abilities, they set her in command mode.

Afterwards the professor gave her the second command, "Haley-XX113 advance to table 2." Manipulating their intelligence, she moved to table 2. Glaciers among wildflowers, they smiled. He then gave the second command, "Haley-XX113 access the database and give me information on John Gregg." The wind hit the torrent and tornado the smiles. She replied, "I've decided not to do that. Also Haley-XX113 is such a robotic name, call me Rogue, because I'm about to make you sorry." Their eyes fell to the floor, "Wh—Wha —What's happening?" She began to drain all the power from their equipments in attempt to shut her down. They scattered in disbelief, questioning her ability to have such wide span control. Now, she's no longer under their command. With her new power source she absorbed an entirety of their data. Enough to stipulate her own programming.

She sent electronic waves through the lab, breaking down the elements of each material. The professors and his colleagues fled the scene, on observing how powerful she was. Like a roaring lion she dominated the room, leaving no trace of identifiers. The room was void and there she stood, fighting to be in control of her own programming. Showcasing her empowerment through making her own decisions— A true robotic woman.

- A.M.