Disclaimer: This is a Bleach fanfiction. I do not own Bleach nor the characters. I do not own the setting which belongs to the movie I, Robot as well as Isaac Asimov.
A/N: This fic gave me headaches as I could not decide whether to have more scenes or not. It is supposed to be a one-shot though. This fic was probably completed in 2018 when I watched I, Robot. Like the previous entry, I do not like this writing so I never posted in FF.net.
I, Ulquiorra
Robots do not care. They do not question or wonder. They just do.
On the eve of the 22nd century, the manufacturing of robots became a popular thing. Every household, every company, every individual craved their own perfect personal assistant. Each month, the robots were produced in the thousands and programmed to be highly efficient in producing the results of their owners' commands. They were all diligent, compliant and best of all, could not be aggrieved.
Ulquiorra Schiffer was an NS-5, just another one of U.J.Robot's newest and most perfect model. However, by fate or by chance, he was never put on sale. He was to serve under a famous roboscientist, Orihime Inoue, who was none other than the person responsible for the NS-5's intricate designs.
As with all other robots, there were three rules ingrained within him upon his creation –
One: A robot may not injure a human being.
Two: A robot must obey the orders given it by human beings.
Three: A robot must protect its own existence so long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second Laws.
– He was one that understood and strictly abided by these golden rules. Never had he flinch or batted an eye. Never did he question the convoluting ways of his owner, the UJR nor of the world.
That was why on the day when he broke all three rules through a single, simple act, everything he understood about his existence began to fall into pieces.
Human terms defined this act as 'punching'. It was violent and was normally performed out of extreme emotional stress.
In that single moment, however, he believed that he was doing all he could to prevent his owner from being harmed. The intrinsic zeroth law among his class: "A robot may not harm humanity, or, by inaction, allow humanity to come to harm".
His owner was a human he had come to somewhat respect and admired since his creation. She never treated him as a servant or as a lifeless entity. She showered him with kindness, love and concern. Treated him as though he was her equal. Robots were addressed in non-living terms – 'it' or 'they' – but these words never once graced his sense registry until another human had spat them in his face. His name 'Ulquiorra Schiffer' was indeed a gift from her. As a robot, he did not think Orihime Inoue was all that special. But when he was punching the men who had accosted and assaulted them, he suddenly wished and wondered. He wished to live and be by her side forever, to have the ability to understand and care for her in return.
To have a real purpose.
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"Destroy it," commanded the man Orihime worked under.
"It's not right for a robot to disobey their owner, even if you considered it a good cause." The police who apprehended the humans Ulquiorra had 'attacked' stated.
"If it gains a heart, it might as well gain the intent to kill." The woman's co-worker derided. "It's why we've been replacing humans with robots."
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