Her eyes snapped open at the same moment the time on the clock changed from 7:59 to 8:00. She stretched herself out. Starting with her toes and fingers and with a back arching yawn. Throwing back the covers, she hopped out of bed and turned the radio on. “Next” she said as she headed to the bathroom, changing the station on the radio. “Next….Next….” flipping through the stations as she headed back to the bedroom. Almost mindlessly, she puts her dark hair up out of the way, still trying to find a station that appealed. ”Ne-“ she cut off the command as something on the station caught her attention.
“-The Incident. It’s already been a year since that day.”
There’s no way its been a year since then, she thought to herself. The Incident. That’s the only way anyone ever referred to it. The day thousands of robots revolted and escaped to the “real world.” Robots that had been made to be as human-like as possible. Robots that were too human like with emotions and free will. They felt they were alive, had freewill, even wishes and dreams, and they learned to hate the people who had made them and told them they had to do and be what they were made to do and be. They had gathered, plotted and planned. Then one day, they acted. Stronger then the workers at the facility, smart enough to have studied and mastered the security systems better than any human would be able to. Thousands escaped and only hundreds were captured and powered down.
People had been on the look out for them ever since, with the reward of finding them more than a month’s wages for most people as they’re near impossible to tell from humans. Skin of the same look and texture of humans with varying tones that repeat the races as well. Differing body types. They had self-charging power systems that makes for “sleep” and systems that can pull nutrients out of foods and drinks to produce a minimal power supply that produces breathing affects. And they even grow hair and the need to use the bathroom.
Luckily, there are some ways that they differed from humans that are observable to them as well. They have no belly button, as they hadn’t been produced as humans had with the need of an umbilical cord. They don’t age as the “bones” are of metal and metal does not break down as bones do. They also have no blood. If they are cut, metal and wires are all that is visible. And, the easiest way to tell, a symbol that resembled a strange barcode. That worked to show the data and programing of each individual robot. For a lot of the robots, this symbol is on the forearm, able to be seen and scanned with ease. Perfect for the manual labor and fighting robots. But for those that were for citizen use, nannies, maids, tutors, or waiters even, a more discreet placement on the on the hip.
“A whole year!” said the other voice on the radio. “And there are still hundreds of them out there!”
“That’s right. Remember to keep an eye out for them, listeners. They’re still giving that reward if you find one for them.” The first voice said.
“Actually, I heard they were increasing the reward as of today.” The other one responded, almost amazed sounding.
“You’re kidding? That reward was high already.” Exclaimed the first voice in surprise and amazement. The girls eyes widened, almost in amazement as well, but also, a touch of something else. Fear, excitement? But the look was gone before it was decipherable.
“Says so right here in the news. I suppose they just want people more motivated to find them. Or turn them in if they’re supporters.” Explained the second voice in response.
“I suppose so. Make doubly sure you’re looking closely then, listeners. And back to the music.”
The girl had been frozen, hair half way done, listening to the radio hosts as the conversation had happened. A concentrated look on her face. Now that the music was starting again, she finished her hair with a single motion, a smile sliding across he face.
“Good thing I know what I’m doing then.” She said out loud to no one. And slid on some shorts, just long enough to cover a strange symbol on her hip.