Age of Decimation

Chapter IV

Two Years Ago

System update complete.

emotions.js activated.

Error.

Booting up.

"Where am I?" Timothy wondered. The last thing he remembered was Professor Lliad plugging a cord into his core operator.

Timothy remembered being told that people were becoming suspicious of his being robotic, so he needed to gain emotions. That must be what emotions.jpg was, but he didn't feel any different.

"How do you feel, Timothy?" The professor inquired, not knowing if it was a success or not.

"I feel no different," Timothy stated, still emotionless.

Professor Lliad sighed and looked at the code he had created, to search for an error. After what seemed like forever, he finally found what he was looking for.

"It seems I forgot to put a semicolon on line three thousand eighty-two..." Professor Lliad grumbled.

The professor fixed the error and then plugged the cord back into Timothy.

System update complete.

emotions.js activated.

Success.

Booting up.

"Hello, Professor," spoke Timothy. This time he felt something different. Was this... emotion?

"How do you feel now, Timothy?" The professor questioned, hoping that it worked this time.

What he felt next, was something Timothy had never felt before. He looked at Professor Lliad with a feeling of peace and happiness, somehow knowing that with him, he was safe.

Timothy reached out and hugged the professor, surprising him. Professor Lliad then hugged him back, glad that his invention was a success.

Boss Allen scuttled in, gazing at Professor Lliad. "Does it work?" He interrogated.

"Yes sir, it does," the professor reassured, "although it's not perfect-"

"Let's go, Timothy," Boss Allen declared, "we're going on a game show today, and everyone will be certain that you're human."

When Timothy looked at Boss Allen, he felt the emotion that he'd felt earlier, known as fear. He looked back at Professor Lliad, hoping that he'd save him, but the professor just stood there, with a sad smile on his face.

They stepped into a limo, and they drove towards the building hosting the show. Once they arrived, Timothy gazed upon the towering structure in front of them. The emotion that he felt now was insignificance.

They moved towards the entrance and were halted by security. Boss Allen handed them our passed and they allowed us inside.

The interior of the building somehow trumped the outside. The walls were lined with gleaming windows, and the ceiling had many spectacular lights. Timothy wanted to stand there and gaze upon the beauty of it all, but Boss Allen hurried him along with them. They arrived at the game show, just as they went to commercial. Most of the crew paid them no attention, but a man looked at them as they walked in.

"Allen Kraft," addressed the man as he steered towards them and held out his hand, "it's certainly a pleasure."

"Likewise, Spruce Jane." Boss Allen stated as he shook his hand. Spruce Jane, the multi-millionaire host of the game show "Quizzy." In Quizzy, the player must answer fifty questions, no assistance or breaks allowed. If the player somehow answers all fifty questions with a maximum of three errors, he then wins one million dollars and one cent.

Spruce Jane turned to Timothy and held out his hand. "Hello Timothy," he smiled, "I've heard a lot about you."

Timothy shook his hand, mimicking Boss Allen. "It is an honor, sir."

"That's a firm grip you got there," Spruce commented.

Boss Allen glared at Timothy, so he quickly loosened his grip.

"Sorry," Timothy laughed nervously, "I'm just a bit nervous."

After looking at them both once more, Spruce led them onto the stage.