Fan Fiction ❯ Human Alloy ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

RADAR, a large industrial corporation has been building robotic pets known as Mecha-Pets for years. One of the employees, Jalene, and his friend, Kane, are asked by the President of the corporation to create a new kind of robot, the HMS, or Human Maid Service, which is built to function like a human.

Because this act is strictly forbidden, it is kept undercover; however, rebels have been plotting against the creation of this abomination, and seek to overthrow RADAR's plot to swindle people out of their money for ineffective robots and destroy their unethically based foundation. Jalene and Kane are caught up in the rebel's mess, are blamed on several accounts, and are set on trial with the rebels who have been caught.

Meanwhile, the president of the nation has been moving people to the planet Mars at a rapid place, and soon the industrial world is abandoned, leaving the survivors of the trials some of the few still left on the planet. Virus infected and out of control robots still roam the planet, their programs unable to be terminated, but while looking for the truth, Kane and Jalene stumble across more than they ever hoped to find.

Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Mecha / Hentai / Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.21.2006 | Updated On: 01.21.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 264 | Status: Completed

It was because humans were afraid to die. I knew that now, probably better than anyone else did. Even those people who claimed that they could care less if they died, or said that they weren't afraid of death; they were lying. I've seen people say they wouldn't care if they died. These people were used in technological experiments. Nearly every one of them died, and when they did, it was slow, painful and torturous. The ones that did had an unimaginable terror in their eyes, as if they had realized what we scientists were doing to them. This was back before my exile, when I had first learned that the new big industry called R.A.D.A.R. or Robotic Association Demonstrations And Renewal was looking to employ technical students and computer programmers. They offered a large amount of remuneration for the services, with a few pit falls of course. One of those was the small dorms each student lived in, working anywhere between fifty and ninety hours a week. I worked ninety. Our food wasn't the best of choice either. Our breakfast, lunch, and dinner where short periods of about twenty minutes each, and those consisted of TV dinners and once frozen food.

Having nothing better to do, I signed up and was immediately accepted after scoring a 97% on a mandatory test. By now, hundreds of years past the millennia, people were finally getting smart—or lazy depending on how you looked at it. We, as humans, had entered a new technological era, an age of machinery and computers. As I had grown up, I had an innate fascination with how these wires, silicon tablets and microchips all worked together to make something inanimate come to life. Naturally a job in computers interested me. Mere months after being accepted into R.A.D.A.R. we had made a huge leap in our work. I remember as I had first come into one of the Natural Development labs to find a small monkey sitting on the shoulder of a beaming fellow scientist. There was something peculiar about it, and upon looking closer, I noticed this small capuchin was furless and had a dull luster to its skin.

It was a small robot, programmed to perform the actions of a real monkey. But why make living robots? Since forests no longer existed, due to the expanse of the human population, more and more animals were becoming extinct because they could not reproduce fast enough in zoos, where the only natural habitats for them lie, and cloning was a long and fatiguing process. To make things more efficient, anatomical scientists, mechanics and computers programmers and designers had created a living being using various plates to keep a flexible appearance with tubes and wires to imitate organs and veins. They had twisted an animal's body structure with a machine.

Even better, they did not need to be fed expensively; the robots instinctively consumed various fluid substances to extract oils to keep their joints and plates in check. Their organs were small hard drives and various storage systems for command memory, voice activation, navigation systems, but more importantly, they had a high artificial intelligence, so they could act naturally but still obey human commands. Along with this was a disobedience system, which was installed to send a temporary shut down that would automatically override the awaiting command files and rewrite the data, replacing the memory with the desired command if the robot were to disobey a command, which was rather rare. This had been improved from happening in minutes to seconds. Newer versions and update chips were being made weekly.

These machines were not battery powered either, though the prototypes were. Instead, these mechanical miracles were not only solar powered, but fed off electromagnetic waves and signals that were emitted from steepled towers, dozens of miles away. They even perfected these robotic animals to use wav and midi files to produce realistic sounds with volume control as well and an embedded mp3 player to not only record and replay songs, but voice too. The small engines that were found as the weight inside of the heart kept everything running, including the machine's physical body, allowing it to run, climb, jump, or whatever it naturally would do.

I myself had even helped in this program, without knowing, and had donated my apt abilities of hacking to hook up an online database. However, I was asked specifically to use filters and firewalls to keep back viruses, spy ware ads that destroyed the filters; things that weren't supposed to be there or weren't needed were purged and quarantined through search engines which processed hundreds or thousands of files per second. There were super-machines. Of course I was a machine myself, though not literally. I pretty much lived at my computer, but was required to attend weekly health and fitness centers.

It was all good though, and I enjoyed my work immensely. Things went smoothly as we progressed in our work at R.A.D.A.R. As more and more animals were being mechanically made, they were being released to the public as toys, house guards- even exotic pets that would otherwise be illegal to keep. Since their new releases, the Mecha-Pets, as we called them, were expensive; they cost thousands, even with free update cards. But as they were being mass produced, their prices dropped to only a few hundred each. Pretty soon, every known animal had been made into a metal version over the course of a few years. The corporation was huge. Millions of people had been taking technical classes to get into our work, so the expanse of R.A.D.A.R. covered thousands of miles of land, just to have room for all the people to stay, for workshops and labs to develop our handicrafts and for cafeterias.

As the months slowly rolled by, I reaching my early twenties by then, it wasn't uncommon to see purple colored birds perched on shoulder or aquatic tinged dogs straining at leashes to chase a lime green squirrel that ran into the arms of its owner, chattering away. Everywhere you looked there were advertisements for pink rabbits and orange horses, blue alligators and gigantic rainbow spiders- even ebony dragons; small ones that could be flown on leashes, of course. Large animals were only used for massive amounts of labor, moving cement around and towing cars or transporting a large amount of people. We even went so far as adding amenities to some of the Mecha-Pets just to make things easier. Because the remaining zoos took up so much land for the animal's expenses, the demand for living room was overwhelming and they had to give in. The last remaining green leaved trees that managed to live through the cities pollutants were made into toothpicks and paper. The last living, breathing animals were euthanized and preserved in museums.

After working at R.A.D.A.R. long enough, I was rewarded with a Mecha- Pet of my own. I chose a snowy white fox with specific red markings on its ears, muzzle, eyes, tail, and back. It slept with me at night, radiating heat from its cooling body. Although it was always on, it was able to shut down a large amount of its processing so that it wouldn't overheat. The purring buzz of its motor was soothing and I was always able to fall asleep quickly to it. It was my only friend back then. Soon, I started to call her Mercy, and I treated her like a person. I relieved her of my dominance and allowed her to do as she wished. This caused turmoil throughout R.A.D.A.R.'s buildings, and though I was chastised for her misdoings, she made it up to me with her affection. Life went well and Earth slept soundly until the suggestion of human-like robots popped up.