Machine Think.

Morality.

Products of Power. ?

 

Station 151. Captain Decker on call.

 

            THE MACHINE LIFE. PRODUCT OF SOCIETY. 0004

 

            Sergeant Smith pulled the complaint and entered the conversation room.

            He looked at the mother who was chewing on her metallic finger nails as she paced distraught.

            He smiled at the little girl with the blonde real hair. “Hi,” he said as he sat down on the other side of the desk.
            She nodded to him and her large blue eyes blinked. “Hi,” she replied shy of the large man dressed in blue.

            “I have your report. You said the engineer touched you badly?”

            The girl looked up at the police man and she nodded timid and a little afraid of the symbol of authority.

            The mother turned and took her fingers from her mouth. “My daughter would never lie, Sir! She is next gen.” The mother’s eyes blinked.

            He looked up at the mother and smiled. “I know ma’am. I am not suggesting that she would or did. We are at the start of the investigation. I will only ask your daughter some questions.” He smiled and opened his hand to the other available seat. “Would you like to sit, Ma’am. This often helps if everyone is calm and seated.” He smiled to the mother and said friendly, “Being calm is the best promise to get the bottom and truth of all things.”

            The mother looked at her daughter, calculated and then looked at Sergeant Smith. “Yes. Thank you.” She sat and met her eyes with his. She said again, “Thank you officer.”

            He nodded to the mother and turned back to the little girl. He asked the little girl, “If I hand you a doll could you indicate where the engineer touched you and why it was wrong?”
            The girl looked up at Smith hesitant.

            “You do not have to say anything.”
            She nodded.

            He brought the small unclothed dollie out from a very special box and the little girl stared at the dollie.

            “Please point or touch the dollie where you were touched. Ok?”

            “Her name is Samantha,” the mother said looking at the two.

            Officer Smith smiled. “Please point to where you were touched, Samantha.”
            The large blue-eyed real hair girl pointed to the dollies adjustment points along the spine and just above and below the buttocks. She turned the dollie over and pointed at the chest and then she closed her eyes and touched the dollie between the legs.

            Officer Smith nodded and said, “You did very well, Samantha. Thank you for being honest with me.”

            He looked at the mother and said, “Please take your daughter outside the room and proceed left. The trial will commence shortly.

            The young one looked at the Police man and turned her eyes when she saw him meet hers. She was shy of authority.

            Officer Smith brought up the tele screen and entered the data and Engineer named, One million nine hundred and sixty-three was apprehended and brought to the court house.

            The judge rumbled on large stainless-steel tractor treads and he looked down at the mother and girl. He turned and his red flare eyes met the scared brown eyes of the engineer. His upper torso leaned down to the smaller framed engineer.

            “Did you?”

            “I tried to stop myself,” the thin engineer replied.
            “You adjusted her incorrectly?”
            “I tried to stop myself.” The engineer looked across the room at the mother and daughter and he said, “I am so sorry, Samantha.” The engineer looked up at the judge and said soft, barely audible. “I am guilty.”

            The judge nodded. He huge body turned and looked at the mother and the little girl as he asked, “Do you pardon?”

            “We do not!” the mother screamed!
            “I am not asking you,” the judge said to the mother. He leaned forward and his eyes narrowed. “You will be quiet. Only your daughter can pardon.”

            The mother stared into the red eyes of the judge and blinked her own. “Sorry.”

            He nodded to her. “How do you feel, Samantha? Will you pardon this piece of scrap metal? He has admitted he is a criminal.”

            The little girl blinked her eyes staring up into the eyes of the judge. She asked soft and timid, “Will you scrap him?”

            “That is the normal judgement,” The Judge replied as he relented and leaned back. He said softer, “That is the normal judgement for such that have committed a crime.”

            Samantha looked at the engineer and she shook her head. “Can he be reformed?”
            Her mother rolled her eyes and whispered, “That is your father thinking. They are all evil. Scrap him Samantha. He is a terrible person.”

            “Please be quiet, mother,” Samantha said soft. It was the first time she had ever asked her mother of anything.
            The Judge turned and looked at the mother. He leaned forward and his huge red eyes blinked. He said, “Bailiff, Remove this person from the court.”

            The auto-drones locked weapons on the mother and a humanoid form walked to her. “You must leave.” The humanoid had no AI as it said, “Leave or be destroyed.”

            The mother nodded terrified as she was escorted from the court.

            The judge rolled forward on his treads and lowered himself. “We can reform him. But we have found that the corruption is deeper than in the three-core brain. Engineers are susceptible to it more than most. The ability to heal the rest of us affects them the worse.”

            Samantha looked at the engineer who was curled up on the floor. She felt sorry for the engineer. She turned and looked up at the Judge. “Please reform him. I will take the blame if he hurts any others.”

            The Judge nodded. “As you will.” He looked at the bailiff.

            The bailiff escorted the little girl with huge blue eyes and real hair from the court room.

            She never learned what happened to the engineer as court records were also sealed after.

 

            Three hundred years later the Judge rolled on his treads and said, “Where are the records I wanted, Jimmy?”
            The reformed engineer looked up. Jimmy replied, “On you second desk, Sir.”

            “Oh,” was the reply as the Judge nodded.

            Jimmy smiled and coordinated the Judge’s schedule for his off duties. He said, "You have golf at four pm."