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Robot Prototype Five
Robot Prototype Five
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Robot Prototype Five

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A dying man’s brain is placed inside a robotic body. After the operation, he cannot see, speak coherently or walk.

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Release dateNov 16, 2014
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    Robot Prototype Five - Thadd Evans

    A dying man’s brain is placed inside a robotic body. After the operation, he cannot see, speak coherently, or walk.

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    Robot Prototype Five

    Copyright © 2014 Thadd Evans

    ISBN: 978-1-4874-0080-4

    Cover art by Carmen Waters

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    Robot Prototype Five

    By

    Thadd Evans

    Dedication

    To Shane Weare, an Art teacher who liked my writing.

    Chapter One

    It was the year 2807 on the planet Enje. My son, Martin, was away for the weekend. My wife, Sira, a charming woman, entered the bedroom. Much to my surprise, she had just put on a tight red cat suit and thigh-high boots with stiletto heels.

    I smiled. That’s a sexy outfit.

    Sira giggled. I’m glad you like it. I can’t wear it when Martin is around because it would embarrass him. I can put it on at night, when we’re alone in the bedroom, or whenever Martin is away.

    That would be great.

    She lay on the bed face up, legs spread.

    I climbed on top of her, slid my penis inside, and began pumping.

    She whispered, Honey, that feels great. Within moments, sweat began rolling off our faces.

    After coming, I rested on top of her. I’m so tired. Something must be wrong with me.

    You should see a doctor. You keep putting it off.

    It can’t be that serious. I probably work too hard.

    I love you. Do it for me.

    I sighed. Okay.

    The next morning, I entered an examination room, a place inside Cohw Hospital.

    Doctor Baew walked in, scowling. Adam, according to the recent x-rays, you have melanoma.

    I flinched. This is horrible.

    He frowned. The only way you can survive is for us to remove your brain and place it inside a robot skull. After a while, you will become accustomed to the body, a model named Robot Prototype Five. To make it easier to say, we call this version RPF.

    I started crying. What will I tell Sira?

    The truth. If we don’t operate immediately, you will die.

    I wiped tears from my eyes. It’s hard to believe. What about chemotherapy?

    Unfortunately, you waited too long. If you had come here several months ago, we could have used that technique.

    "Are you sure chemotherapy won’t work?"

    Yes. The malignant cells have spread throughout your body.

    If I agree, what are my chances?

    Nine percent. This is the first time any surgeon has performed this operation.

    "Tell me more about the RPF."

    "Its skull, a body part made of biocarbon, will adapt to your brain. Inside the skull, next to your neocortex, a perceptron, a two-millimeter thick device that adapts quickly through mistakes, will help you learn faster.

    "In the first three months, thousands of dendrites within your hippocampus will be destroyed. If too many perish, you won’t survive.

    Take a look at this demonstration.

    To my right, a life size 3D hologram, a handsome man with a muscular body, appeared.

    Doctor Baew pointed at it. Your pink skin, derma made from biopoly, is realistic. However, if you cut yourself, it won’t grow back.

    I frowned. I hate this. It’s not much of a choice.

    The doctor remained silent, a blank expression on his face.

    If I agree, when will the operation take place?

    In half an hour.

    My heart began racing, a nervous reaction. I’ll do it.

    Chapter Two

    I entered the hall, sat next to my wife, Sira, and gave her the bad news.

    She hugged me and began sobbing. I love you. Is there anything I can do?

    Stay with me for a few moments.

    Doctor Baew came out of the room. Adam, in a couple of minutes, Nurse Heilop will take you to the OR.

    I wiped sweat off my neck, a nervous gesture.

    Sira leaned back, her teeth clenched. I just sent Martin an email, a message that mentioned the operation.

    I nodded. In my mind’s eye, two years ago, when Martin was nine years old, he looked into a telescope, a birthday gift. Dad, I can see Graom!

    I remembered my response. That’s great. Martin always loved astronomy, and once he’d seen Graom, one of the planet Syj’s moons, his interest in that field grew stronger.

    Without warning, a nurse along with a floating gurney arrived. She glanced at me. It’s time to leave.

    I smiled weakly, greeting her, and climbed onto it.

    Sira grabbed my hand, comforting me. I love you with all of my heart. Don’t ever forget that.

    I nodded, my mind racing, filled with memories of my wife and son.

    The gurney entered the operating room.

    Several hours later, I opened my eyes and only noticed darkness.

    I was blind!

    I stuttered, I-I-I ca-ca-can’t see. Is-is anyone ha-here? Because my speech was barely coherent, I blinked.

    I am. My name is Doctor Opim. I’m sorry you can’t see. Your eyesight will return in a few weeks.

    Ha ho ha. I lapsed into silence, unable to form meaningful words with my lips. In my mind’s eye, I screamed.

    He continued, speaking in a monotone, Most of the biopolymers in your hippocampus are back propped. In a few weeks, after they’ve learned how to coordinate light and shadow, your eyesight will return.

    I tried to raise my arm.

    It didn’t budge. Writing a single word was impossible.

    I was

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