In 2345, that was about sixty years before I was born, the world was a quite laid back place. After the hundred year war of 2244, the great 60 nations decided to rebuild the human civilization from the bottom up. They got together a large group of great scientists, architects, mechanics and designers. All were masters, some of the best in there work and profession. For a while the plans on rebuilding failed, more people starved, to many resources were destroyed or used up, and people got tired of waiting for things to change. Many believed nothing good would come in time, so they took away there life's. Others believed that there was a better way of rebuilding, other than getting geniuses together. You see the reason why nothing was being built was because no one could decide wether to make things the way before, or old school. Men argued that making things the way before would cause yet again another war. Others argued that we kneaded technology to get use by, not beautiful artwork. Others said that people once again needed to appreciate the arts. Many ideas and plans were trashed. Then came along Dr. Robert A. Steven's. He was a well respected, rich man, scientist, and he had great knowledge of the ancient human civilizations. He had this way about him that was very persuasive. Maybe it was the soft tone of his voce, his dark blue eyes, or the way that he just looked at you that made him seem very powerful. He always said something that you wanted to hear, something that you could easily agree with. He had an idea of a utopia, cities built and cut out of beautifully carved, wood and rock. Museums, art everywhere, but complex technology was spread out throughout the hole entire city. He built images in your mind of great roman temples, intricately painted mosques, great towers built out of stone. Just the most beautiful architecture ever seen by man. There were no servants, everyone lived a very stable beautiful life, no one was poor, because he had this idea that we would create robots that could think, act, talk and do everything like us, but were programed only to serve. The idea was brilliant, everyone agreed.
As soon as blue prints were drawn all over the world, reconstruction started in a blink of an eye. It took 20 years for everything to come to plan. By the time it was finished, the world was a utopia. A once barren, starving, pore, broken, world was flourishing with food, happiness, and joy. New ideas were once again being thought, parties were constantly held, there was rarely any sadness, disease, or hurt. The new technology allowed people to be healed within seconds, and live longer than ever before. With the use of a personal slave always at your command, people could do almost anything they wanted. The robots were but so intricately. Designed exactly like a human being, it even had a working brain like any other, the only thing stoping it was a small micro chip set in the center of its brain. Life went on smoothly for years. Then in on January 25, 2344 a man known as Joseph T. Harriet was killed by the hands of his bot. Once put out, scientists discovered that the bot had completely stopped its programing, and had a mind of its own. At first it was over looked, but the killings gradually started climbing. The government's of the world could not have this happen any more. All bots, were ordered to be disconnected. Some of them were frozen and put under military lock and key for examination. Once the bots were taken away, the life style and health of the world began to go down. Many people had relied on them for a long time that some forgot how to do very basic things. Such as washing the dishes, cloths, cooking. After a while people began to rebuild and go back to a perfect life, but this time with work. People were solders, cooks, house keepers, ect again. They felt safe again, but that was a big mistake, for the bots that they kept were just getting started. This is where my story starts.
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