My BerryBot Life – Part 1 – TUF

Author: TheUsernameFound

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“Move fingers.”

I do as the man instructs and watch as my fingers curl and uncurl. I then turn my attention back on the man.

“Now your wrists. And elbows too.”

Again, without word and without complaint I watch my hands twirl, my wrists making creaks and cracks as I move one wrist at a time and then together. I then do the same to my elbows. Things seem in working order, albeit a bit rusty for my wrists. A quick oil change should do the trick.

“Now move your legs. Wiggle your toes and then bend your knees.”

I do as he asks, noticing one leg is harder to bend then the other. All the same, I do not complain and focus my eyes back onto my creator waiting futher instructions. Behind him stands carbon copies of myself.

Or would I be a carbon copy of them?

“Is everything in working order K105F7?”

“I require oiling on my wrist joints and my righ leg requires more work. Other then that I am perfect for the first block of movement tests.”

He nods. “Let’s get to work fixing up the errors for the first block before working on the second block of tests.”

He reaches for a blowtorch and puts it againt my knee.  I should feel pain, but I don’t as I watch the bright light. As he works, I ask, “Are you going to give me a name? A proper one besides my serial code?”

“After.” He says wiping away the sweat that is forming on his brow. His eyes droop tiredly as he focuses his attention on my leg. My tight jointed knee.

He needs things to be perfect. I know. The company does not accept half-berried work.

I know the man must have made me and my sisters – would that be proper to say? – and from somewhere, though I have been alive only a handful of minutes, I know it takes six hours to make one of us.

All the same I feel – am I suppose to feel? I don’t think so, it’s not in my programming I don’t think… Or that either… Am I defective? – bored with watching him working on me. My eyes drift from him to the other me-sisters.

They are not moving.

It creeps me out and I turn and watch my creator working dilagently on his creation. On me. I sort of feel equally creeped out by this. But should I even be… Part of my inner workings screams “No.” I question on telling him this new turn of events in my brain. That something is not right. Not normal for a BerryBot of my caliber.

My creator moves to oil my wrists and when he finishes with one I lean back against the work bench and wait for further instructions.

In my programming, I realize I am to be shipped off and sold. It is a fact, but with my sudden (malfunction?) awareness, I do not like this idea.

“Say the sentance, using a different language for each new word, ‘You are so beautiful that you shine stars’.”

“Je są beau que je schijnen stars.” I say perfectly, not hesitating even for a moment as I switch from language to language and remembering the words that were the same.

My creator looks pleased and I feel happy (What’ wrong with me, I shouldn’t feel…) that I have completed part of the task of block two.

“Move your wrist and leg again.” I do as he says and he watches carefully.

“Everything is working a hundred percent,” I say, no longer feeling any problems that I was experiencing before. (Except I’m not suppose to feel. I should say something I should-) I blink slowly, not speaking. Even though I know I should say something, I don’t mention my odd malfunction. I wait quietly instead for my creator to give me further commands.

He smiles,”Good. Let’s get you down off the table now to see if you can stand.”

He helps me down and I stand their for a minute as he runs more tests.

Facial movements? Check. Able to stand? Check. Able to walk around unassisted? Check. Boosters attached to my feet working properly? Check, check and check. 

I look at him expectantly, “Are you going to give me a name now?” I inquire.

“After. You know I don’t give you a name. Your owner does.”

“I know,” I reply softly, “But I was hoping for a name besides  My serial number. K105F7. I thought you may help with that as my creator you’d have a better suiting name for me.”

Worry and panic crossed his face. “What do you mean?”

“Nothing, creator.”

“It isn’t nothing.” He says running his fingers through his hair. “Berry, oh berry…”

I stare at him waiting quietly for him to stop his mini-freak out. I suspect his lack of good sleeping habits may be the cause of his major distress. I even tilt my head as his hands cover his face.

He takes several deep breaths before looking up at me with wide, frightened eyes. “You aren’t suppose to think. To feel. Oh Berry I’m in so much trouble.”

“I’m sorry, creator.” I say.

He yells and then begins to hyperventilate. He whines, weezing, “Oh berry, this isn’t good. This isn’t good at all.”

I clear my throat politely, “Creator, if I may…”

His eyes draw onto me.

He looks lost and I know he hasn’t had this happen ever before.  In that way I feel special, bit I quickly note that I am at risk of being disassembled. And that is something I do no want to happen.

I do not want to die when I have yet lived.

I smile coyly,  “If it be best for you and me as well. How about we both forget I spoke outside the norm and not inform management on this little… mishap.”

Once Lost, Now Found ~ TUF

It wasn’t like anyone had gotten hurt. At least that is what I kept on telling myself. My mind raced with so many thoughts. Oh,I suppose I should start from the begining. Back before all this craziness had started so what I says makes any sense.

It was spring. The leaves had just started to grow and the grass was green again. Everyone was excitedly awaiting spring break that would soon be here. In the halls, you couldn’t get away from people eagerly planning what they would be doing for that week. I guess that is what started it all. Or that I fully comprehended it.

“So what are you doing for break, Celean?” My best friend, Rod Golden, asked over the chatter in the lunch room. We went way back, back to the simple days of Kindigarden where the most one had to worry about was breaking a crayon.

I sighed. “Mum wants to go out, exploring the wilderness or whatever.” As deeply fond of my mother as I was, going out and about through the wild wasn’t as much of my fancy as it was hers. Expeically for my spring break.

“Sounds like an adventure to me.”

“Not to me.” I grumbled.

“You don’t mean that.”

I faked a cough. “Rod, you’ve known me like forever. Sure I don’t mind quality time with my mum, but the outside. You know I don’t like the outside. Expeically in the middle of nowhere so that I can be eaten alive by bugs.”

He laughed. “You won’t get eaten alive.”

“Sure I will.” I stated back.

“What if you ask your mom for me to tag along. I don’t have any plans yet and your mom loves me. Plus, I’ll help keep away those bugs,’ He teased.

“Well, I don’t know…” I pretend to think about it, before laughing, “Of course I’ll ask her.”

The end-of-lunch bell rang out and we followed the crowd of students to our different classrooms. It wasn’t long before it was the end of the school day and I began to head home. Of course my mother said yes, and it wasn’t long before we were packing our car with camping gear.

I don’t think I was as enthused about the experience as Rod and my mom were. The entire drive up to Lake Peanut, they were already starting to sing any campish song they could think of and when they weren’t doing that, my best friend and mother were discussing what we should do when we got there.

“Campfire stories.” Rod said. “With marchmellows. Did you bring any of those, Mrs. Dew?”

“Of corse, what is a good campire without some smores.”

Rod poked me. “They are your favorite after all.”

I only nodded, absorbed in the the book I was reading. It was “Single White Berry,” if my memory serves me correct. I also had “Tall, Dark, and Berry.” somewhere in my bag, for the ride back. I suppose liking romance novels was another thing that got me into trouble. You see, I’m a big romanic at heart, not to mention a complete bookworm. So, unlike my mother and bestie, I would be out of my element out there in the woods.

I had just a chapter or two to go, when my mother called out. “Here we are, kids!”

I looked up, catching an eyeful of that deep blue water. Rod leaned forward in his seat to get a better look, before looking over at my mom asking, “Do you think we could go swimming?”

“I don’t see why not. Let’s unpack first though.”

So we unpacked. Well more I finished the last juicy pages of my novel, then finished helping set up camp. Mind you most was done by the time I was done reading, but no one seemed to care that I wanted to finish up my book. We soon were making smores by the campfire.

The next day was relazing, and then me and Rod decided to go hiking through the woods. Okay, more like Rod suggested it and my mom pestered me until I agreed, but that isn’t the point.

We walked in silence until we were out of the sight of my mom. He lead me to a patch of flowers, where butterflies fluttered happily about. We spent the day picking flowers and catching butterflies. It was night before to long, and my mom came and found us.

The next day I decided I’d venture out to the patch of flowers by myself. That was my mistake.

I got lost.

After a while I stopped trying to find my way back and I curled next to a tree as the world around me grew darker and darker. Sure it wasn’t night yet, but it had to be a l-o-o-o-ong time since I had left camp.

Oh berry what did I do…

I had all but given up when finally someone came to my rescue. It was Rod.

“Oh my berry, Celean.” He said pulling me into a hug. “You okay?” He asked and I nodded.

“No one got hurt” I said smiling but he only grimmanced and started to walk off. I was confused. Sure he was a bit of a hot head and no one got hurt. At least that is what I kept

on telling myself. My mind raced with so many thoughts. Like what if he hadn’t found me. As I raced to catch up with Rod. Was that what caused him to get angry at me?

“Don’t go,” I yelled, growing out of breath. “Your going to fast, Rod.”

He paused and for a second I thought I saw him wipe his eyes. He had been crying? Before I had a chance to ask my best friend why was he crying he angrily turning around. “Why? You don’t think anyone got hurt? What if we couldn’t find you? Do you realize how scared your mom and I have been, expecially with, with how deeply I love you.”

My eyes widned slightly not even having been aware that he loved me or even that my mom was that frightened. I had only been missing a few hours. Right? “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? Sorry? Is that all you can think to say.” Rod shook his head, muttering darkly under his breath. “Girls.” He turned away from me as if sickened by my appearance.

“Rod, I’m sorry.” I yelled, tears flowing. “Please don’t go. I love you.” He stiffened but didn’t turn around so I continued my words fast and rambling. “I’m sorry. Please don’t leave me, Rod. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. . .”

He pulled me kiss to quiet me. It my first real kiss. It felt like … I had butterflies in my stomach.

“As long as you know now, and you never ever scare me like that again, I’ll always love you.” He murmured lightly kissing my head and he pulled back with a small smile. “Now come on, your mom is probably wondering where you were.”