Random Short Stories

#1 ~ T1M Robot boy.

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#1 ~ T1M Robot Boy

Felicia sat in the corner, bounded by ropes that felt really thick and cut into her skin. She looked over at T1M, her robot whom she called Tim. Well, with the way he was acting, he didn't seem to be her robot. The one she programmed. No. It couldn't be. Tim wouldn't just reboot and bind her in ropes. It couldn't be.

Tim picked up the gun and cocked it. Then, he turned to face Felicia.

"I'm programmed to take you down after one hour." Felicia sucked in a breath.

"Take me down? What's your definition of 'take me down'?" Felicia asked, her voice shaking.

"As programmed, it means I will use this instrument here-" he raised the gun, "-to injure or, rather, finish you off." Tears clouded Felicia's vision.

"Take me down? Take me down?! How could you say that?! I programmed you!" Tim shook his robotic head.

"No, you didn't programme me."

Felicia suddenly recognized something. Tim must have been reprogrammed! But by who?.

"Tim, who programmed you?" Tim's eyes went red. Danger mode.

"That's confidential information."
Felicia hung her head.

"Of course," She looked up again. "Who did this to you? Tim, please, you're not like this! Who reprogrammed you? Tuvum Tins?"

"I am not a Tim! I am a T1M fortified mechanical interactive device. Not a Tim." Felicia sighed.

"I know. I programmed you. I built you. I created you!." But Tim didn't want to hear that. His eyes seemed to glisten as he cocked the gun again.

"I do believe it is time to take out the trash." Felicia was stunned.

"Trash?! Trash?!" Was Tim, her loving robotic companion really calling her trash? She fought to stay in control but that failed her as she heard another mechanic click from Tim.

"Goodbye, Mrs Felicia Rodriguez." The tears came back again. So this is how she would die. Her own creation would kill her. No, she thought, no robotics for me in the afterlife.

She closed her eyes, ready to face death just as the door shot open and Leon ripped the gun out of Tim's loose, robotic hand. . . . . .

Author's note
Whoop! That's a wrap. What did you think of T1M, robot boy? I enjoyed writing it!. Please, don't forget to vote and comment as I said before. I take criticism well. I know I can improve with a little gingering-up and with some views who encourage me by voting and commenting. 😚

Okay guys! I'm gonna leave you now. Till the next update!