Prototype under review by MIR (science fiction story)
under review Prototype
Mir. Rodriguez Corderi
Therapist annoying moved in his seat.
walk Something seemed out of place.
metallic voice repeated: _ Protundrevi, please try to be precise - What do you remember that story now has you so upset? Try to repeat word for word, I'll take note and give you my final indicaciones_
The robot, one of the most beautifully equipped with the staff, the most humane, the closest to a woman of flesh and blood, his eyes strayed to Helpsoftwo glaucous, its consultant, and said out loud, suggestive, beautiful, almost impostada:
- "Marked by the custodian from about everlasting of days without it, my melancholy walk the streets without sunshine "-
The therapist could not help questioning _ Melancholy? She does not know what that emotion and do not know _
Street
- "No birds - sweet robotic voice continued - pools or underground, or even a pot of geraniums on a balcony in a courtyard that peeks through a partially open door "-
" Wow, where did he get those concepts , these nouns? "asked Helpsoftwo extremely upset" and was heard
_ keeps telling me the story you wrote, wrist _
She continued - " The gray sky is a scream and sharply limiting the ceilings, faded skin impenetrable to even the most credulous, even for less Concreces illusions. "
stopped and continued - " Rayana to perfection who accuse the now enabled to metaphysics, my soul adrift in deep sensory yesterday unknown, lost in circular unknowns its solution at birth, a poet ABC between traffic lights and mercury light on taboos perpendicular to the morality of conscience "_ Her voice is sexualized, it was caught in a strikingly vivid erotic perception
_ "Alma? "Traffic lights? "Light of mercury? "The consultant could not get over his surprise. At first glance thought of a flaw in the historical database somehow connected to the chip of the imagination and creativity.
She added _ "Mutation of tree paper. Blue coat with blue ink. Obstinacy that throws me to the fidelity of the proscenium resurrected, now another, a red leather banquette filled to the unthinkable of books and papers and new books .-
Two green boxes under copyright unknown
Mulch the bed of my sister
My patent leather shoes
La Lettera 22 below, on my right " stopped suddenly.
Helpsoftwo felt something break inside.
Something extraordinary happened, and he knew what it was or Lettera or quilted patent leather.
_Continúa, dear, to the whispered final_
The robot resumed in a tone so humanized, so perfectly feminine sensuality that seemed to permeate the air osmotically around
_ "After carefully wrapping a sadness to send it express tomorrow someone anonymous complete, I concentrate properly invoke the exact moment my foot out of the bread earned without the sweat of my brow, and start the portrait of this long so long Thursday:
Thirty days after my nineteenth birthday,
Marked from near the eternal guardian of the days without it, ... "-
" What will have been broken? What kind of damage causing this? She does not have access to these data, it is a prototype robot under review (Protundrevi) "
the main camera for closed circuit monitoring a human guard observe and record in detail the reactions of a robot help software Type 2, "Helpsoftwo" instructed to act as robotic psychotherapist, unusual responses to a test specimen.
"They look like humans," he told the guard.
and turn off the circuit, was sleepy and wanted to sleep.
The illustration has
Fraga Fraga, Francisco Garcia Aldape (1964), was born in Saltillo, Coahuila, MEXICO.
Graduate School of Science Communication Universidad Autónoma de Coahuila.
is an illustrator, graphic designer and cartoonist.
editorial board currently publishes comic books and Don Ramirito and Los Cocolazos and the Waves Fraguianas humor cartoons in newspapers and magazines in the country and in some overseas media.
collaborates with illustrations for various print and electronic media.
Recently, Fraga has dabbled in art works exhibitions.
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