“Dr. Albert Einstein Dies in his sleep at 76; world mourns
the loss of great scientist”, I read the lines over and over again and contemplate
whether the life I lived was worth anything.
When I look back on it I deem there would have been a number
of things I could have done differently, I would have:
aa) Smoked lesser.
bb)
Worn socks.
cc)
Not married my cousin.
dd)
Looked after my daughter.
ee)
And last but not the least, I would have sailed
to the middle of the Atlantic thrown myself overboard and become fish food than
let those inscrutable idiots get my brain.
Sometimes I wonder if this is the retribution for all the
wrongs I did in my life.
See, the thing is when you are a great scientist things are
expected of you one of them being that your brain be dissected, so that a
couple of lab monkeys can find out what made you TICK! But being brought back
as an ANDROID who has no will of his own wasn’t a part of the deal, GOD DAMN
IT. One day I go to sleep and the next thing I know I'm a robot 200 years into
the future, turns out this Harvey fellow cut my brain up in 240 pieces, 240
friggin pieces! And one of these pieces found their way into a cryonics unit,
which helped these future loonies get me or everything that used to be me into
a hollow metallic shell composed of circuits and gears.
EINSTIEN! GET BACK TO WORK.
I turn around and see Feynman’s android, I let out a sigh of
relief (more of a whirring noise really, produced by the gears in my ‘throat’).
Quit joking, I thought you were a CONTROLLER (humans employed by the company to
ensure that we don’t idle away our time and do something beneficial for the
society, yeah like we already haven’t
done enough).
That was the point of me yelling, in his voice, he replied.
Every one of us has to work except for him; the CEO of the company that owns us
decided it would be better if he roamed around the whole compound to raise
morale, crack jokes and other things of that sort.
Hey did I tell you, Hawking applied for a more humanoid
body?!, he said.
Wasn’t the guy practically a robot before he was
‘resurrected’, I inquired.
Yeah, he used to move around in a wheelchair, and speak
through a computer and all, btw did I tell you he was smarter than you, he
stated with his poker face on his screen.
So, what! You aren’t
funny anymore, I snapped.
Dude, your sense of sense of humour is way off, and fyi I
have a book titled ‘Surely you must be JOKING, Mr.Feynman ‘, you’re just pissed
off that most of your theories have been disproved and are taking it out on me,
also you know it’s a little ironic that the man who believed in not extending
life artificially be brought back as a tin can, he replied calmly.
He twists his body in odd angles in order to get out of my
office as a well aimed paperweight hits the spot on the wall right where his
head had been a second ago, and I once again am left to dwell upon the hell
that my life has become.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t have any urge to continue this
pathetic existence, being a shadow of who I used to be, but the thing is if I
could I would off myself both figuratively and literally, but the programming
prevents me from hurting myself or a human.
So I can’t do anything except live on
and.............................
CONTROLLER1: Looks
like his processor gave out.
CONTROLLER2: It’s the last Einstein we had, what will we do?
CONTROLLER1: The boss said that we won’t need another one of
these, anyways, this one always malfunctions, let’s bag him for recycling.
FIN.
