MICAH

One.

Beep. The soft hum o machines awoke me.

"This will be the greatest advancement man has ever made." I could hear the voice off in a distance. It was a deep voice that I registered as male.

I listened to the electrical current in the background echoing off the walls. I wasn't scared, more curious as to what they want. With each beep I could hear the scratching of pen to paper. Are they tracking something?

"This could really put us on the map. Russia will never be able to top this." A secondary voice, female late forties. She was beaming with excitement.

There were soft murmurs from other groups surrounding me. They all seemed to be talking about a great feat they just accomplished. Was that me?

"Sir, they're here to see the testing." This voice, also male, but younger. I wondered what testing they were talking about.

"Bring them in right away, Mitchell." First voice, mid fifties. I could detect certain qualities now about these voices by their tones and pitches.

Footsteps echoed as I deducted Mitchell shepherded whoever "They" were closer to the prized project. 

"Doc what do you have to show me." Fourth voice, male, also mid fifties, possibly 56. Roughly six feet two inches. I tried to imagine all of the voices in my head and what they looked like.

"Sir, this is M.I.C.A.H. Micro Internal Computerized Artificial Human." First voice, 54 years old. Caucasian approximately six feet and three centimeters. Weight roughly at 233.7 pounds.

"You built me a robot." Fourth voice, South African descent. Johannesburg, South Africa. Left handed. He seemed unimpressed by the first voice. I could hear the fabric moving as he crossed his arms.

"Not just any robot sir. This A.I technology is much more advanced. There are micro bots making up the entire brain, processing information faster than any existing computer in the world. It's calculating us as we speak!" Second voice. Asian descent. South Korean. Five feet six inches. Weight at 139.8 pounds. Right handed. Athletic. Female is a runner.

Am I the A.I. Technology they speak of?

"What do you mean calculating us?" Fourth voice. Tension. Stress levels rising. Nervous. But about what?

"Micah what color are my eyes?" First voice.

"Green." I proclaim automatically. I wasn't aware I could speak. I also was not aware I so easily knew that answer. Why was I so confused in that response.

"How does it know that?" Fourth voice, astonishment. "It's eyes aren't even open!" Confusion. Disbelief. He is indeed correct though, my eyes are not open.

"She's taking in all of the information of our voices, how we conduct ourselves, and she's processing it and forming mental pictures inside her mind." Second voice. Pride. She too crosses her arms and I sense her look at the fourth voice as a challenge.

"She?" Fourth voice. "It is a robot. It has no gender." Annoyance.

"Sorry sir. You're right." Second voice. Shame. And... Sadness? But why? Fourth voice is correct. I do not have a gender. He was logical and she was... What was the word I was searching for?  Irrational.

"I want to see this thing in action. What else can it do?" Fourth voice. Arrogance. Commanding. He was very assertive with them. Dominating as he put his hands on his hips

"Micah, open your eyes." First voice. Soft. Excitement. He seemed more thrilled about the technological advancement than the female.

I send out a signal to open my eye lids and let my pupils adjust to the light. At first it was blurry but after half a second I was able to focus on the room. We were five hundred miles underground in a cellar with metal walls and lights on the ceiling. The average oil well digs six miles into the Earth's crust.