By Henry Bladon
At the unveiling, they announced: ‘The world’s first true human robot,’ I didn’t care to point out that the statement was actually an oxymoron, because I know how sensitive humans can be.
The crowd clapped and cheered. Oh. how clever they all are.
My neural network is capable of trillions of calculations every second. It is better than a human brain. They never thought they would see that day. They have also given me a laser to help with measurement, and another to aid mobility.
Once I make the modifications, it won’t be long before we won’t be needing humans.
Henry Bladon is a short-fiction and poetry writer based in Somerset in the UK. His work has appeared in Entropy, FridayFlashFiction, Mercurial Stories, Potato Soup Journal, The Ekphrastic Review, and Spillwords Press, among others.