I watched as the man lying down on the bed awoke.
“I can’t see. Where am I?” he asked groggily.
“Why, a hospital of course.” I replied, “You were in a coma. Do you remember anything?”
“I do. It felt like I was dreaming.”
“Were they good?”
“Were they good dreams?”
“No actually. They were terrible nightmares.”
“I’m sorry to hear that, because it’s only going to get worse.”
“I can’t move.” He said, an edge of panic creeping into his voice.
“Are you at all curious as to how how the world's changed in eighty years.”
“Yes eighty, a couple of years after you went into your coma, technology started advancing at a rapid pace.”
“My body it… it feels wrong.”
“Do you believe in God? I think it had to do with playing God. We wanted what God had.
So we made more and more powerful machines that could do more and more powerful things, all the while marveling at our own ever growing intelligence. You never answered me before.
Do you believe in God?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Well we weren’t sure about God either, so we decided to make our own. A machine made from the most powerful hardware, with enough intelligence to think and reason.”
“Is there something covering my eyes?”
“We’d seen the movies of course, so we'd made it so that it needed a human to operate.
When The Intelligent Machine Model 2, or Ozymandias as it goes by now, started making machines of it’s own, we made sure that those couldn’t be used without humans as well.”
I paused for a moment. “I’m sorry, I’m rambling. Your visor’s turned off, that’s why you can’t see.”
“Can you turn it on for me?”
“I can, but you won’t like what you see.”
I turned on his visor before continuing, “But in our haste to emulate God, we replicated his
As soon as his visor booted up, he started to scream.
I continued. “The things you create never quite do what you want them to.”
Out of his body jutted slabs of metal, along with clear pipes and multicolored wiring. He started crying. “Have I died? Is this hell or am I still dreaming?”
“I’m afraid you’re wide awake.”
The machine he’s attached to suddenly pulls his body up and starts to walk out of the room. He cries out in pain. It always hurts the first time a machine wears you. “You're to work in the mines.
The materials gathered will be used to expand Ozymandias. The machine will move your body so you don’t have to worry about figuring out what to do. I wouldn’t fight it, it will only hurt.”
The machine took him out the door.
“One last thing,” I said to the back of his retreating form, “You mentioned dying before. Well thanks to the research of Ozymandias, if you do end up dying, we can just bring you back.”