Chuck’s challenge this week: We’re All Human, Even When We’re Not.
It took some doing to trim this down, but I did it, and I think the story is better off for it. This one is a sort of homage to Isaac Asimov’s I, Robot (the book, not the film. Nothing against the film. But the book is fascinating). Powell and Donovan are from that universe and I repurposed them here.
So you have an idea where this is going. Robots and such. I can’t help myself. At any rate, here are 988 words of almost human strife.
Also, there are odd odd things going on with the format in this post for some reason, and I apologize. I’ve done my best to make it as readable as possible.
“Donovan!” Powell tossed a bag of chips on the breakroom table before kicking his ratty sneakers up on the table and reclining with a diet soda. “You won’t believe this. They found it.”
“It?” Donovan tugged the chips open and ate one, wiping a greasy hand on his rumpled shirtfront.
Powell nodded with great import. “The Prototype.”