warning this ones long: I didn’t realize how long it was when i wrote it.
POV: Big Bonny, formally: Bonnibel Blair.
AITA for creating robots that are half machine, half human for an evil company?
For context, I was at this job for months. They company approached me offering me a Job as an “innovated organic machine operator.” At the time I wasn’t sure what that meant.
However, it must have been something important for I hadn’t heard of the company before. They wanted me to keep things hush-hush reasoning that they were to quote “working on top-secret projects involving the most advanced science and technology that have yet to hit the Jorvegian market.”
Which sounded like a dream come true. Since my true passion is pushing the boundaries of technology and science.
However, once I got there things started going horribly wrong. It started off small, first with the workers there seemed to hate their jobs. All were gloomy, nonchalant at best. One of the workers even said that the novelty of the place wear’s off after a while. Only now do I see what he meant by that.
Then, the job seemed to at first not be what I expected it to be. For after a few weeks there I only hand-cleaned barbed wire fences and polish bolts in the wall. I almost quit then and I should have to be honest. However then, I met the man in charge. That was a mistake.
The man in charge managed to convince me to stay and to quote “serve Dark Core to the best of your abilities.” I of course blurted out yes before he had finished speaking for he had offered me my true task. And I was so pleased to get to actually follow my passion that overrode any unhappiness.
Then my True job was reveled. That was to create robots that were part man, part machine. They would be a husk of a human, no emotions, no memories, merely some cogs and wheels with some silicone skins grafted over them. And I then started using dark science, cloning, and secrets only Dark Core knew, that I dare not speak out loud. Heaven forbid write them down.
A few months passed after that event. I sorely regret it. I spent those months buried in my work. Created clones with no emotions, and no thoughts. Their only purpose was to see Dark Core succeed. And to boot their machinery makes them unnaturally strong. I gave them googles to cover their lifeless eyes, and gloves to cover their robotic hands.
For a while it was only mildly unsettling to create something so life-like that isn’t alive at all. But the thrill of pushing the boundaries of science was far too exciting to abandon. That was until I reached my breaking point.
That night of my breaking point, I could not ignore any longer how that the more clones I created the more the human workers disappeared. And after a while it was just me and the clones. No humans resided on that rig any longer. I decided to confront my boss in the morning.
However, as I was sleeping in my bunk after a long hard days work, I awoke to fateful nosies. I heard the cries of horses, and cackles of humans ringing throughout the metallic shell of the rig. And the curiosity got the best of me and I snuck out of my bunk determined to find answers. But as they say curiosity killed the cat and it could have killed me in that instance. For what I saw changed my life forever.
My boss, and four shadowy figures were standing in the middle of a platform. There, towering over them, was a deeply horrible, terrifying sight. I saw there, a portal to an another place, it was swirling with darkness. It was emitting the cries of horses I heard from my bunk. These cries now sounded even more horrible than they did from my bunk almost as if the poor intelligent caring animals were being tortured. My heart cried out for them.
However, before I could processes anything, they turned around, spotting me with ridiculous accuracy. Spotting me like an eagle does with a mouse. My instincts came over me and I fled and grabbed the nearest rickety rowboat I could find. I rowed with such ferocity you would think my ass was on fire.
I only turned around for a glimpse to see if they were watching. And they were. Thats the last I saw of my boss and the four shadowy figures; them standing at the edge of the platform; watching me row away. I can only conclude that my boss knew what I saw, he knew it was me. And from then on my life has been in danger.
Once, I got back to the beaches of Jorvik I could swear I could still feel their eyes on me. So I escaped further inland. Since then I have gone into hiding. I live now in a sleepy small town. I dare not name where for fear they will come get me. Yet some small part of me thinks they let me live, they let me reside here. Maybe they know I won’t dare tell the authorities?
In the end, this sleepy village is where I made my home, doing my best to blend into regular life. I have done my best to process everything that happened. And to process that I was contributing to the evil intentions of Dark Core.
I’ve been trying to make amends, and bring as many inventions to Jorvik for the better of the island. I first started with making a clone, with emotions, thoughts, and feelings. I called her Little Bonny. And sent her out into the world to live a life like everyone else. Someday she shall be called Big Bonny like me. She didn’t move far from me and I visit her whenever I can. She’s a Witch now in Moorland, helping the youth of Jorvik. I’m proud of her.
Today, I have long been living my fresh start at life. Filling it with the normalcy of mundane life, and not an evil corporation in sight.
It does feel good to get all of this off my chest. But I can’t help but feel, AITA, for being young and stupid, and creating those clones that contributed to the evil Dark Core has done?
So AITA?
Voting ended onJul 24, 2024
