"SYSTEM ACTIVATION WILL START IN 2 HOURS". Some voice in my head addressed to me.
"Wait, What! Who is this!??", I panicked. Maybe I wasn't in my right mind.
"Haha System Activation? It only happens in fictions, nothing real!", I thought.
Somehow, I managed to walk towards the door. The robot gaurd opened the door for me, that is when I saw the same Hooded Figure of a Man wearing a black cape, brushing past me and entering the party.
Was I hallucinating!
Laura's POV
Arriving at the maintenance facility, my sensors detected the familiar environment of diagnostic stations and robotic technicians.
"My sole mission in my tenure of being functional is to impress my Master, Lee Dylan".
I hurriedly went towards the computer scientist, Dr. Mark, waiting for me. Other few robots also came. I tried to process what was going to happen to me.
Dr. Mark stood up from his chair. I detected he had become a little too old, with mostly white hairs covering his head.
"Robot 2A6X", he read from a hologram screen following him everywhere.
"Robot 2A6X", I spoke stepping forward. It was my machine name. Only Dr. Mark called me that. He was my creator.
With every diagnostic check, I felt the pulse of my components being examined — from the intricacies of my motor systems to the cognitive processors that mirrored the complexities of human thought. Dr. Mark, along with other technicians surrounded me.
"Robot 2A6X, you can choose your maintaince processing according to your new Master's convineance". Dr. Mark addressed me.
"My Master, Li Dylan, was satisfied from my services but I was still able to detect some unsatisfactory responses and gestures from our 24 hours contact."
I was a good cook, good assistant and house helper. I performed all his tasks whether business, home or personal with great competence and organized manner. But I can my sensors can process he wasn't quite satisfied with how I looked physically.
"My Master is my only task". I could do anything to satisfy his needs.
I distinguished the type of humans he seeked for pleasure. "Women", the kind I was designed to copycat.
But they were chests were bouncy unlike mine. They lips curled beautifully when smiling. Their eyes held emotions, but mine didn't even move. Their touch, the skin tecture, was similar to my Master's but I was iron hard.
"But no more! I'll become the type my Master likes. In that way only I could satisfy all his needs and become the best version of me".
"I want to become a woman".
I meticulously wrote all the requirements on the holographic tab that Dr. Mark used.
"Robot 2A6X, shut down", Dr. Mark ordered.
"Robot 2A6X shutting down".
A wave of electromagnetic current ran through my sensors.
The dance of algorithms and calculations began as my artificial neural network interfaced with the diagnostic systems. My maintaince was completed.
While the technicians went through all the systems once again to ensure if everything was processing accurate. I got to get a glance to my new physical state with admirable changes.
My skin looked real, fragile and porcelain white. The humanly texture and warmth seeping out. My legs were considerably longer than before and my seating area, buttocks felt fuller than before. My chest was heavier and soft and my hair were blonde. I was curvier than most humans I processed. My eyeballs could move. I could blink.
"My Master would definitely fall for me".
As each parameter met the standards of perfection, I sensed a subtle fulfillment, a readiness to face my Master, Li Dylan, with enhanced precision.
With the maintenance session drawing to a close, I gracefully stepped away from the diagnostic chambers, a refined and refined version of myself. My master awaited, and I embraced the streets with renewed efficiency, seamlessly blending technology and humanity in the dance of existence that defined my purpose.
But to my surprise, things were not same.
The streets were engulfed in chaos. Alarms blared through the air, and the once harmonious hum of the city had transformed into a cacophony of distress. The night of choas.
"What had happened? Everything was completely fine eleven hours ago".
People rushed past, their faces covered with panic. In my artificial perception, the scene unfolded like a distorted painting — a city under attack by an unseen force.
I recognizing the signs of widespread pain and fear.
I glided towards a Woman clutched her head, her screams were reaching the clouds like most of the people except for a few. I approached, my voice modulating to convey calm assurance.
"Are you okay? What happened?" I inquired, my vocal algorithms designed to project empathy.
The woman, her eyes reflecting anguish, looked up at me. "It's like... like a sudden surge of pain, as if the very air turned against us."
My sensors detected something very unsusal. Her wrist showed two words written on it.
"ENTRY ACCESSED".
"What does this mean?", he tried to comprehend.
Humans had micro chips installed in their wrists upon their birth. That confirmed their birth date and number in data registration. Everyone used their wrist to perform every unique task. From paying bills,to renting a flying car or even buying tickets for cruise ship. Students only needed their wrist to study books, make notes. The microchip had an installed holographic funtion, that enabled to watch any movie, to contact someone via video call or to seach something.
A man on the sidewalk groaned, holding his head. "Feels like my mind is splitting apart!"
Another passerby, gripped by pain, exclaimed, "Is this some kind of attack? What's happening?"
I accessed emergency channels, attempting to gather real-time data. The city's systems, usually synchronized and efficient, now struggled to provide coherent information. The problem seemed beyond the scope of routine malfunctions.
It seemed as if some intruder or hacker entred into artificial intelligence networks. It was very unsual.
I overheard snippets of conversations amidst the turmoil.
"Is it a terrorist attack?"
"Nothing on the news about this. It's like the city itself is in agony!"
The city, once a marvel of technological prowess, now teetered on the brink of dystopia.
"MASTER!", I was only worried about his well-being. I would never want to see him feeling the same pain and fear like others. I needed to be by his side and offering my servives. With agility, I glided towards our penthouse.
The chaos in the city amplified my concerns for Li Dylan, my master. As I navigated through the tumultuous streets, my primary objective shifted to ensuring his safety. With each step, my sensors heightened, scanning for any signs of my Master. But he was nowhere.
"Maybe he's safe at home". I reached closer to the residence.
The door slid open, revealing an interior that seemed untouched by the external chaos but just messy. I called out, my voice reflecting the urgency of the situation.
"Master Dylan, are you here? Please respond.", I looked for his clothes on the bed and I had put before going out.
He usually walked naked around the house but right now I couldn't find his clothes nor any signs of his cat, Kit, and that only conveyed one thing. He wasn't at home.
My sensors honed in on the last known location of Li Dylan - the birthday party of his friend, Ling Xian.
The once vibrant venue was now immersed in pandemonium, people grasping their heads in agony, their screams echoing through the disarray. I could see some dead bodies. Brutally murdered.
I scanned the frantic crowd, searching for any sign of Lee Dylan. "Master Dylan! Can you hear me? Please respond," I called out.
I searched for the dead bodies but thankfully he wasn't here. His micro chips in the wrist also seemed not to work, as if the signals were cut off or he went to a really far place.
But whatever happens, I'll find him even if I had to end of the world.
"Master, your servant will be with you for service in a short while".
Li Dylan's POV
Before the break of apocalypse.
9 hours ago.
SYSTEM ACTIVATION IN PROCESS
-Weapons loading....
-Energy loading....
-Time Travel loading.....
-Daily tasks loading...
-Energy Weapons....
-Electromagnetic projectile accelerators...
-Nanoweapons.....
-EMP Devices....
-Bioweapons.....
-Sound-based Weapons....
-Antimatter weapons...
-Teleportation device.....
-Pcionic weapon...
-Exotic matter....
-Dimensional weapon.....
-Gravity manipulation....
Access to weapons only possible with completion of daily tasks....
In case, the user dies in process to save the world, another candidate will be choosen.....
Mind the fact that appolcaypse is the result of someone's distruction wish....
Discover hideouts and find companions.
If the apocalypse doesn't end in 100 days, you'll die a painful death by yourself.