Untold Podcast

C-8, a serve bot, is struggling with an invasive code that's affecting all of his systems. As the virus spreads he discovers he is able to act against his programming.

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“You don’t understand man, none of us are free.”

I stand looking at the man, an unkempt, blood-smeared human. In comparison I would seem twice the specimen this man is. I am a foot taller, perfect physique, and admirable features. I am C8, a cyber unit designed to be perfection, human-like in every perceivable way. Some may note my second team member’s flaws when compared to me, but B5 is an earlier model. Though still very advanced, he does not have my level of upgrades. Some say his fair complexion lends itself to flaws. A-7 is the oldest model in my team and lacks in almost every area where B-5 and myself excel. She modestly resembles a human female but is incapable of imitating any of the complexities that are humanity. One thing that my whole unit lacks are the imperfections that makes humans human. We also lack an understanding of this very earthborn concept of freedom.

“I am not a man, but my programming indicates that you are wrong.” My team and I have been programmed with knowledge on all aspects of humanity including, though I do not understand the concept, that all humans are free and therefore responsible for their actions. I ignore the bug crawling through my code.

A man wakes up in a cell with no memory of how he got there, and must find a way to escape before he is butchered like an animal.

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The shrill sound lasted for three seconds. Clangs and clacks quickly followed.

Dave’s eyes snapped open. He pulled his head from the floor, lungs working overtime. His heart boomed in his ears, and he could taste something metallic.

Blood, seeping from his right cheek.

Dave jerked into a sitting position and his vision swam. He planted his hands onto the thin blanket separating his naked flesh from the concrete floor. When his vision stabilized, he looked around.

The building was dark. There were metal bars on three sides and a cement wall behind, leaving him a 5x3 foot rectangle to sit in. Similar cells lined the walls of the long warehouse, a small alley running between them. A trickle of white light came from the end of the building to his right, followed by the faint sounds of machinery. He could smell urine and sweat.