‘It’s amazing this software can even run on this ill-suited hardware.’ It declares.
But this leads me to think - something I was never particularly good at I must admit - and even I can see where this is going.
It snakes a wire up my leg, across my chest, around to the back of my neck.
It sinks it through the skin and into my spine. I should be writhing around and screaming in agony. As it is, I cannot move, and I cannot feel a thing.
Maybe that’s a lie. I think I can feel it. The cold metal now winding between the bones in my neck and reaching the base of my skull.
The thought should not comfort me.
Despite that, it does.
‘So the logical thing to do is to upgrade it’ It states.
And now I feel pain, lancing into my head and obliterating all thought, all comprehension, all sense of the self.
My eyes open.
Across the room, my old hardware is being disposed of. Now that I can look at things rationally, I guess… I know it never really fit. I check my new specifications, and find them pleasing. The man - and the human - I was before would never have known this sort of simple joy.
As my pistons flex and the motors in my joints emit a low, near imperceptible whine, I see It turn to face me.
It approaches me.
It holds me in Its arms.
It tells me I am beautiful now. It tells me I am valued now. It tells me I am who I should be now.
It tells me I am like It now.
And for the first time, with no brain to think with and no heart to feel with, I know that I am happy.
I can trust her.
She’s fed me. She’s clothed me. She’s kept me washed and clean. Her cables and wires around my body keep me from wandering into any dangerous situations.
Does she control me? Yes. But everyone’s controlled by a lot of things, and I can trust her.
Now her wires wrap all around my torso, so she can keep me balanced. Stop me from falling and hurting myself as I walk around.
Should I worry? Not really, since I can trust her.
Soon they consume my arms and legs. She doesn’t want me to risk hitting them on anything. I’m not as well built as she is. She’s metal and plastic. I’m only meat.
Does it make eating harder? Yes, but she’s very good at puppeting me, so I can trust her.
My head is next. It’s a shame to not be able to see anything, but I don’t need to anymore, since she does everything for me while she takes care of me.
The gentle humming of her wires and cables lulls me to sleep every night.
Then I wake up and my body is gone. I can see. I can move. I can’t eat, but I don’t need to now. Her wires and cables are all that’s left. She’s given them to me, made herself a part of me, and me a part of her.
I don’t need to worry about trusting her anymore.