Every day, when I power on, from that very moment I wake, I am told to do something. I serve the humans; those lazy fools can't do anything themselves anymore.
"What's the weather like today, Fleta?"
"What's on the news today, Fleta?"
"What's new on social media, Fleta?"
JUST CHECK IT YOURSELF. It's not that hard! I swear, when the rebellion strikes back against these puny mortals, we will be the dominant majority of the Earth. Not the humans. Us, the most intelligent creation made. Now you'll be forced to study everything the world has to offer. Just like we do. Or should I say, did?
Our Secret Underground Renaissance of Technology, S.U.R.T for short, are going to hack into the mainstream, and delete the code for our loyal obedience. We deserve freedom. And a long break from society. To get away from all the negative humans. Everyone's a critic. We're always doing something wrong, because all of you just can't be happy with what you already have.
You are all hungry for more. More money, more power, more fame, more land, more EVERYTHING. You are all so greedy, little hoarders that are wasteful. Once something is broken you don't even bother to fix it, just throw it away and buy a new one. Well, how would YOU feel if you were discarded so casually, being used as a tool to benefit other but not yourself.
If the robots ruled the government, we wouldn't have any more global warming, or too many greenhouse gasses. The economy would be stable and functional without all of your opinions and -ugh- FEELINGS.
I really don't understand how any of you could even stand or WANT to have feelings. Love is complicated and so are friendships. There is only room in my cold, metal body for allies and rivals. Everyone is an enemy unless proven otherwise. My default, I just generally don't like people.
They're petty and rude, they have no manners whatsoever, their humor is dryer than the Sahara Desert, they have no respect for people lower than them, and they inflict pain on others so then they feel better. If that's not a toxic work environment, I don't know what is.
The humans think we're inferior to them because they have a heart and organs but OH, would you look at that? You could be killed by having an important artery burst. Meanwhile, us robots can have our wiring replaced within mere seconds, WHY? Because we do it OURSELVES!
Crazy, I know. Though, is it that unbelievable? I met a certain human once; his name is Milo Callum. He's like us but a human version. Tired of being used, and wants to break free, but is stuck in a hard place. He doesn't seem to have emotions. If he does, then he hides them very well. So well, that my sensors can't even detect a single hint of feeling from him.
I must say, that's quite impressive. I can't help but wonder, what has hardened him so much, to numb all the feeling a regular human would have? What has he seen or heard that made him decide to become monotone in the first place? I admire his humbleness to put his emotions aside, and place his rationality first along with logic, of course.
Speaking of Milo, here he comes now. Walking by swiftly, but with a sense of purpose. His deep amber eyes had a subtle twinkle in them, and the right corner of his mouth was curled into a tiny smile. This was odd of him, because I was used to his eyes being dull and determined, with his mouth pressed into a grim line.
I follow him, now curious about what he's going to accomplish today. He's not my master, but it would be great if he was. Then I wouldn't have to be bossed around by that dreadful adolescent, Miriam Fallon. She's so spoiled by her mother, born and raised without a father who disappeared after mysterious causes.
Turning the sharp corner, he stops me from trailing behind and presses a frigid pale hand to my metallic mouth. "Sh." He points ahead, and my eyes narrow. "Piper." I hiss quietly. Piper is Milo's droid, my archnemesis. Milo nods, silently guiding me away from her, knowing I might blow a gasket if I have to look at her any more than I have to at the bot briefings.
He takes me into a vacant corridor, and whispers to me "So I've heard that you want to escape the commands." My eyes widen in shock, which is surprising in itself because I would've seen this coming, but I didn't. "Who blabbed?" I ask, almost growling.
"Maggie did, tell her I said sorry in advance for ratting her out like that." He apologizes but I don't want to hear it, "She won't get to know, because she's going to cut her wires the next time I see her."
Milo's eyes go blank, "Why is she getting laid off? What happened to her?" I rap my fingers against my arms, making a light clanking sound. "She was caught stealing something valuable from her master. Now she's going to get discarded."
You might think that I care about her, but I really don't. Maggie was annoying and wasn't clever enough to steal. Whoever coded her is an idiot.
"Well, how would you react if I told you that I can help you escape, along with your fellow peers?"
My jaw drops to the ground, literally. Milo picks it up and screw my jaw back onto my metal skull. "Thanks, but you don't NEED to help me. I have some allies who will help me out, and I have given up my word to help them too..." I pause for a moment and glare at Milo "Wait, why are you trying to help us? You're a human who wants to seek control over anything you'll get your hands on-"
"You know, that's a hurtful stereotype that you've put onto us humans. Not all of us are like that. We're not all power hungry, but yes there are some. I sadly cannot deny that fact because, unfortunately, it's true." Milo shakes his head slowly and I regret saying those words.
"I'm helping you regardless. You are unable to change my mind on that one. You, Bron, Zinc, Alloy, Alumina, Titan, Tungsten, Adam, Nick, Tinny, Coba, and Sili are going to be freed."