Deception

The only thing in the huge room is a marble table. A middle aged woman is sitting on the other side and staring at France. France is looking at his nails as if checking his nails is very important right now. The woman forces a smile, "So, what do you really want?"

"I told you. I want to study. I want to take part in researches." France replies.

"I don't really understand why you're telling me that. You know very well that one's role in society is predetermined. For past 200 years people are genetically designed. Those who will study and who will do manual labour are designed from before. You weren't designed as class-A."

France lifts his head up and looks at the woman,"That's not my fault. I didn't design myself."

"Yes. It was parent's duty to design you. They didn't. You're class-C. Class-C people don't get higher education. They're for manual labour-"

France stops the woman,"I know this much. I would go to science institute and get myself admitted if I could. But I can't. They won't even let me in. That's why I came to you. The place where I can change the rules is the same as where it's made."

The woman make a laughing sound, "I don't know who told you these. But rules aren't made to break-"

"I don't want to break the rules. I just want to change it a little."

"A little?"

He nods,"Yes. A little. Test me if I am qualified enough to study science. Check if my intelligence is the same as class-A. Then give me a chance."

"We did scan your design. According to the results, you're a class-C. Which means-"

France suddenly leans forward and asks, "Are you a human or a robot?"

"What did you say?"

"I want to know if you're a human or robot."

The woman says in a cold voice, "That has nothing to do with what we're talking about."

"Yes it does. You could get it if you were a human. I wasted my time talking to a robot."

The woman makes a weird angry expression, "Do you know how little the difference is between a robot and human?"

France said, "No I don't. I don't want to either. But-"

"But what?"

France smiles at the woman, "Let me tell you a poem. A poem of numbers. 8 4 6 2 6 4 3 3 8 3 2 7 9 5 0.."

The woman screams, "NO NO. ZITACODE!"

France continues, " 2 8 8 4 1 9 7 1 6 9 3 9-"

The woman starts to shake vigorously. A blue light turns o in her forehead. France looks at the malfunctioning robot and keeps saying, "9 3 7 5 1 0 5 8 2 0 9 7-"

He could say some more but the robot has burned out completely.

France sighs after coming out of the room. He had only one dream, he will study. He will do research. He tried so hard to talk to someone. But he never even imagined the whole thing would be a deception. They brought a 7th gen robot that he could shut down with a funny zitacode.

France comes down on street. It's a busy city. People are walking down the narrow streets shaded by high rise buildings. Who knows how many of them are really humans? The by-verbals are flying over his head. Subways are running through underground tunnels. France gets distracted. Why does his life have to be so meaningless? Why does he have to work so hard for a couple of units on the weekends? Why didn't his parents design him as a class-A person even when they could afford it?

France should be mad at his parents. But he feels pain in is heart for his parents with childish dreams. They didn't believe in designing a child. They wanted to spend their life at a small town in hillside. Despite being class-A they gave birth to him as a class-C regular person. But a landslide ruined all of it. He grew up in an orphanage. He could be in a real family if he was class-A. But no family would adopt a class-C child. His fate was determined the moment he was born. France can't understand why he had to be born now. Why he couldn't be born a couple hundred years ago!

France was standing on top of a high building. Countless humans and robots are passing through the street. He has no interest in machine. But he loves to watch people. They have so many detailed emotions on their face. People only thought of emotions like happiness, sadness,anger when making robots. But there are so many emotions other than that. How can all of them be named?

He was a bit distracted. Suddenly he felt like someone tapped on his shoulder.

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