HATHE

1: The Idea

The lab was empty. The day was over. Yet for some reason, Dr. George Felix was still in his lab coat, messing around with the experimental table.
"George?" It was Dr. Hatley Caine. She had worked with Dr. Felix on many projects and innovative ideas.
"What are you doing here?" She asked with a smirk on her face. "Messing up my stuff?"
"No, just putting some stuff away..." George picked up a piece of paper. "What's this?"
"None of your business," Hatley snatched the paper from him.
"Geez! Sorry!"
"I can clean up the rest of it. You go home."
"Hatley, I need to know what that paper is,"
"Why?"
"Because I think I might have the same idea."
Dr. Caine bit her lip. She wasn't sure if she was ready to put her plan into action. Dr. Felix was an extraordinary man, with wonderful ideas, but was he really the one to help her?
"You don't do anything with this knowledge, unless I tell you to. You understand? It's important to me, and I don't want it getting out of hand," Hatley flattened out the paper. On it, there were pen sketches of a human face from all different angles. There were calculations, measurements, labels, and at the top, in bold lettering, it read: HATHE
"Is this...?" George started.
"Artificial intelligence, yes."
Dr. Felix was speechless. He had spent years trying to crack the code of AI(artificial intelligence), and now Hatley was beginning a prototype.
"I don't think Dr. Wren will allow it. I've suggested it before." George warned Hatley.
"Dr. Wren doesn't know what it is as much as I do. When he sees my prototype he'll understand."
Dr. Marcus Wren, the head scientist, had never liked the idea of AI, mostly due to the fact that it was not reliable. He had heard too many stories about the AI turning against the creator, creating explosions, or worse, terrible organizations would find out how to create AI and use it as a weapon.
"I'm going home. I'll see you tomorrow." George gathered his things and started walking to the entrance.
"You know, I might need some help," Hatley said. "If you wanted to, we could start this prototype together."
"I'll think about it." George waved goodbye, and left.
Hatley grabbed a pen and sat down at the desk. She saw a better future for her world, but she wasn't sure if other people did.