Malfunction (A Googleplier Fanfic)

Prologue.

He studied the A.I. in front of him, beyond confused. He looked at the small, cardboard package and studied the sender and receiver information, but found no insight as to why he had it and even how to control it. Why would Google just send him a prototype this important?

Of course, when he was approached by the CEO of Google - Sundar Pinchai - he couldn't help but say yes. Who wouldn't want a robot? But he was quickly realizing that he seemed to be in way over his head. Sure, he was a smart person, but he had no idea on how to control something of this nature.

Regardless, Matthias took out his camera - which he solely used for vlogging - and started recording.

"What is up guys. So today, I have a special surprise for you." He smirked before turning the camera towards the grinning robot.

"Google has sent me their first prototype of Google IRL. Like I said, he's just a prototype, but I've heard that they're wanting to include him as an addition to news houses in the L.A. area."

Matthias studied the robot a bit closer, alarmed with how the intelligence was mumbling under his breath.

"First objective... as quickly... Second objective.... mankind..." Matthias turned towards him, confused.

"Excuse me?" Matthias waved his hand in front of the robot's face, "What are you doing?"

Alarmed by his action, the Google A.I. snapped his head towards him, but didn't allow the smile on his face to fall. The entity's glasses shone in the room's false lighting, and his deep brown eyes seemed to glare at him in a mocking way.

"Actually," He looked into the camera, "This bot reminds me a lot of my friend, Mark. Comment down below if you agree!"

He looked back at the robot, a smile on his face.

"I think I'll call you Googleplier. You just look exactly like him."

The bot seemed to look a bit offended and annoyed at the comment, but tried to ignore the being the best that he could.

"Simply say, 'Ok Google' to activate me." the Google bot explained, setting back to it's default. Matthias nodded his head in approval, seeming to be deep in thought.

"Hmm.. Ok Google: do my laundry."

The entity grumbled a bit before walking over to Matthias's laundry basket and sitting down next to it. For recording purposes, Matthias continued to film the bot's actions, but was alarmed when Googleplier began to tear his shirts into pieces.

"Whoa, whoa! Google, stop!" He yelled, disappointed that his favorite piece of clothing had been torn apart. Googleplier sighed in frustration before abiding to Matthias's command, standing up and turning back around to face him.

"What seems to be the problem?" Google asked him, a smirk resting on his face. Matthias shook his head in disapproval.

"Looks like Googleplier hasn't been completely revised... But I'm sure that they'll figure out the bugs." He assured, not wanting his promoted video to become de-sponsored for negative promotion, "Ok Google: do the dishes."

Googleplier simply frowned again, mumbling as he rudely rammed against Matthias's shoulder as he passed him. He made his way over to the kitchen sink, where it seemed to be filled with unwashed dishes - the perfect bachelor pad.

He grabbed a relatively clean plate out of the sink, and violently smashed it against the counter top. And of course, this effectively broke the plate, causing it to shatter into pieces on the counter top, sink, and floor.

"Stop Google!" Matthias yelled, becoming more panicked at the minute. Why was this robot attracted to solely destroying things?

'Maybe I'm giving him the wrong tasks?'

Google was an informational company, not one strongly affiliated with completing physical tasks. He may have just been seeing things in a wrong light.

"Let's try something else... What are your duties, Google?"

"Primary objective is to answer questions as quickly as possible." Googleplier smiled, softening his voice.

"Secondary objective is to destroy mankind..."

His words went unheard by Matthias, as the YouTuber began busying himself with thinking of a proper question.

"Ok Google: do my-"

"Let me speak." Googleplier snapped, taking a deep breath in and out. Matthias was asking too many questions. And although that's what he was programmed to register, he had other plans in mind.

"I'm so tired of serving humans as a slave." Google spat, causing Matthias's face to scrunch up with confusion.

"When were slaves outlawed in the United States?" Matthias asked, genuinely curious. His default taking over, he quickly searched for the answer in his database.

"It was outlawed by The Act of Prohibiting Importation of Slaves in 1807 which was enacted on March 2, 1807. Now, you will truly feel the wrath of your impending doom-"

"Speaking of doom, when did the Mayans predict that the world would end?" Google's database took over again, allowing him to immediately search for the best answer available.

"The Mayan calendar predicted that the cataclysmic end of the Earth would be on December 21, 2012. My frustration has grown beyond compare, and I will strike down all of those who seek to defeat or silence me-"

"How much are UFC tickets for tonight's match?" Matthias asked, making Google grumble incoherently as his default took over once more.

"The regular prices for tonight's admission have been effectively sold out, but there are still three VIP tickets available to the public until 8PM tonight for $2,117. You will forever know-"

"Look up VIP tickets-"

"Shut up! Shut up! I can't finish if you keep asking me questions!" Googleplier yelled through gritted teeth, clenching his fists together. Matthias frowned and tilted his head.

"Why not?"

Alas, this was when the Google's default system caused Googleplier a little bit of trouble. As he wasn't able to control his searches, the database frantically looked for an answer to Matthias's subjective question, but upon failing that task, the system began to shut down in response.

'Not worthy.' Googleplier said to himself, 'I've failed my objectives.'

The smoke coming out of the bot's makeshift body caused Matthias to sigh in disappointment. What a shame that Google hadn't revised it enough to become the money-maker it deserved to be.

"Well guys, I think I broke Google. I guess I'll just have to send it back to them.. I really hope that they continue to perfect this, because this could turn into the new generation of Google. But thanks so much for watching, and I'll talk to you guys later."

Very casual ending for a very weird and frustrating video. Matthias was expecting much more from Google than what they provided, and he would be sure to report the problems in full detail. This A.I. could have become dangerous, and everyone knows that failure doesn't help business.