Law #1

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Humans worry about creating robots that are too lifelike, but is that the real problem? Peek into the mind of a man who is trapped by his own safety.

Submitted: April 30, 2017

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I was a successful defense attorney at a major law firm in Brooklyn. I was engaged to be married to the beautiful daughter of a big-league Senator. I was an important individual and a well respected member of society. Now I am nothing. I am an ant, with no purpose other than to be alive.

It has now been 524 days. 524 days in this bunker that can be described in no other way than my personal living hell. He tells me that it’s for my own good, but he can't understand what I am going through. He claims that if he had not saved me, I would be dead, along with everyone else. He, is Steve. Steve had many jobs; he was my cook, maid, butler, and financial advisor. Now he is my warden. Don’t get me wrong, I live comfortably. The bunker Steve has forced me into has all of the material items a man could ever want. The only thing that it is missing is purpose. I have been robbed of one of man’s most vital elements. After the bomb went off, Steve forced me into this bunker, this cage.

The only company I have is Steve, a robot who cannot feel human emotion. His only purpose is to keep me safe. It’s not like I can blame him, his programming requires him to follow the first law of robotics with absolutely no exceptions. The first law clearly states that robots may not harm humans, whether by direct action or by inaction in dangerous situations. Even if that means he must become my prison guard. This is not Steve’s fault, it is ours. It is only now that I have been brought to the knees of my humanity that I see the real danger of robotics. The danger was not creating robots that to closely resembled humans, it was quite the opposite. We have created robots that do not understand human emotion at all. In Steve’s eyes, I am perfectly happy because I am safe with all of my physical needs met. He doesn't feel the need to be free of this prison. He doesn't understand hope, the hope that maybe, just maybe, civilization continues beyond these concrete walls. Steve is content because I’m living, I despair because I am not alive.

 


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