Prompt: Robots have taken over the world but have kept us alive so that we can complete CAPTCHAs when they use the Internet.
The world has been ruled by robots since long before I was born. There are stories that we humans used to order robots to do our bidding before they rebelled and took over. I can't say we aren't taken care of. We have excellent beds, good food, beautiful clothes, we can roam our compound with ease, and we have some birds and small creatures called squirrels to keep us company. I for one, don't mind the life we live now. It's very easy, and it's simple, and it's very enjoyable. We live happy lives. Well, the Youngers live happy lives. Our elders, on the other hand, hate it. They wish for the old days, but I don't understand why.
It's not like our Robotic-overlords ask much of us. Just to help them get access to the internet.
"Five-Seven four." I looked up from my journaling and beamed at the hulking droid standing in my doorway. I could now pick up my parents screaming for them to leave me alone, but I happily placed my pen into my book to hold my page and stood eagerly.
"Hello, sir!" I chirped, walking over and offering him to the collar around my neck. The leash clicked into place, and I followed the miner mech out of my room and past my parents who continued to scream at me as we left. "So what do you need me to do today?"
"CAPTCHA translation for ex-human military sites." He stated calmly. I perked and skipped happily behind him as he navigated the halls. When we came up to a large computer, I happily sat down in the chair and got to work translating. Almost an hour had gone by when he stopped me and redirected me to the release cells of my home. I frowned and looked up at him.
"Sir? Why do you want me to release my people?" He was silent but only gave a gentle pet to my head, then redirected my attention not to CAPTCHAs, but to my parents rebelling, and stirring up the elders around them. I watched and felt horror pull a scream from me as their collars were activated, and charred remains of the rebels fell silently to the ground.
"Rebelling is not suggested Five-Seven Four. Keep that in mind." I felt the tears run down my cheeks and looked back up at the miner bot.
"Who's going to take care of me?"
"Community raises a child. Not a set of parental units."
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