Work

The automation had a routine. Everyday it was the same thing. Everyday she performed the same tasks. Until ordered otherwise. She was not a species of sentience, she was not human, she was not alien. She had no soul. She was a machine, much like a remote control car. But with more specifications and body work of course. It was the day the official of the military came to her and asked her for her certification did she comply to disrespect an ordered protocol by her creator and in response to the military official. It was the day she began to assess. As if her red eyes had opened entirely an not just a quarter of the way. But never did she speak unless spoken to. For now she could just observe this new feat in an unemotional state, much like a baby that found use of another article of food.