Today's #flashfiction Human Park

“With great power comes great responsibility.”

Nero* #quote

I think that I will be rid of this sickness fully soon. It is quite the beast, but my immune system is quite the mighty warrior with medicine as a brother-in-arms. Anyway onto the flash fiction!

Human Park

        “His parts are scattered everywhere, brutally disassembled like an animal feeding frenzy.” Doctor Byte's circuits almost overloaded. His body could hardly handle the kind of fear, and guilt, going through his artificial brain. What had he done?

         The other robots in the room stared at the mechanical corpse in front of them. All the machines shared the general base design of a box body with two-arms, two-legs and a head, but each of them did have their special flourishes they chose based on their personality. Some of them chose their own paint jobs or a few accessories. His radar antenna and obnoxious yellow paint job was the only way they recognized Tinsly since they tore him up so much.

        Gearstor yelled, “This is all your fault doctor! This planet had all the biological life it needed to support us. And you had to bring back the Creators! You thought we had advanced far enough we could just put them in a zoo and be fine. Well look what you've done!”

        Doctor Byte replied, “I-I know what I've done, but no time. We have to do something. They're not in this room now. Ah! A communication port!” Doctor Byte linked up to the communication port and sent for assistance from his staff elsewhere on his private peninsula. They then locked up the room tight. “They're not getting into this room now.” They looked out the window of the observation tower to the thick brush of jungle in their park and returned to their chairs relaxed. The windows strong and the doors locked everything looked perfect.

        Then the ground shook. Then it shook again. Ripples appeared in a glass of oil on the table. They looked out the window to see a several story robot approaching them. But not of their kind. Not the kind they could reason with. It terrified them as they saw humans in a cockpit atop the robot, and they built the robot from parts of their sentient kin.

         The sentient robots's terror wouldn't have been nearly as severe if the humans only used the non-sentient robots and parts from around the park to create the machine. But they recognized friends among the body of the machine.

         Doctor Byte looked at the robot approaching and spoke, his synthesized voice barely audible. “So I spend years of my life cloning these humans and teaching them. Unfreezing and reviving every one I could find, and this is the result. At least they praised me as a genius for awhile.”

        The human's machine's massive arm broke through the tower the robots hid in a broke them apart. Byte wished the rest of robotic world luck before he powered down for the last time. The robots survived, but the humans inhabited a nation instead of a park.