Late Tuesday night, I was in my bathroom, right in front of my amoeba-shaped mirror, trying to remove a stain from my head after washing my face when I discovered a tiny wire that tangled with my hair from my middle finger area. I tried to remove it, thinking it was just a mere wire, but to my greatest surprise, this was real wire from inside my hand. Tiny, gold-plated wire. For a minute, I was mesmerized because I was wondering what if I am a robot and not the human that I see myself as.
In that moment, I was confused, and my heart started beating faster, like someone who just stood up from the top of a woman. The surrounding things started to look strange because what came to mind was that everything I thought belonged to me was not mine, and someone somewhere has been controlling them. How I speak, how I interact with people, my facial expressions, and everything. My life is being controlled with a remote somewhere, when to smile, talk, and everything to do.
I looked around my surroundings again, the bed I sleep on, the lightbulb that was switched on, and the standing fan that has been rotating at 270° since NEPA brought light, and I marveled if all were real or if another set of robots like myself was built by a human or a robot somewhere.
I was thinking of calling a friend and telling him, but I realized that my people love to play a lot, and at the moment they might tell me that "Dave, you need a deliverance; we should call a pastor for you or carry you to church to cast out the spirit in you." I am sure they are capable of that.
But the truth of the matter now is that discovering on time that I am a bot is a blessing because I know that I am programmed, while others still believe that they are free humans just doing what they like, not knowing that someone somewhere is dictating for them what to say, where to go, and the religion to belong to. Though I might be controlled by someone, at this moment, I choose to override that code to do what I like.
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