Morning came. It was around 10 a.m. — just another quiet day. I sat still, doing nothing, waiting for nightfall and the mission ahead.
Then —
BANG.
The front door was kicked open.
A rough voice shouted, "Search the damn house. Inch by inch!"
Another voice followed, barking orders like thunder.
I heard my creator stammer:
"W-what's the problem, officer?"
"Arrest this man," the first voice snapped. "Keep searching for clues."
SLAM.
A loud thud against the wall.
My creator cried out, "W-what did I do?!"
"You accessed the full satellite data on the Global Bank," the officer growled.
"Don't play clueless."
"B-but I didn't—"
"Shut up and move!"
A third voice said, "I'll check the basement. Keep your guard up."
My systems kicked into overdrive.
They were coming here.
If they found me, it would only make things worse for my creator.
I scanned the room, head turning in tight circles. I had to hide.
Fast.
The basement door creaked open.
Footsteps echoed down.
I clung to the dark corner of the wall — still, silent, like a spider flattened against the stone.
The man stood in the center of the room.
Then:
"The basement's clear. Nothing here," he announced.
The footsteps faded.
The sirens grew fainter... and then vanished.
I slowly dropped from the wall. My limbs were trembling, not from fear of death — but from the consequences my creator now faced.
I climbed the stairs.
The house was wrecked.
The front door was split in two. Furniture overturned. Papers torn.
It looked like a storm had raged through.
All of this... was my fault.
But then, I remembered.
The system's voice:
> "Scanning via satellite."
That's how they knew.
I returned to the basement. It felt like the only place untouched by chaos.
---
That night, the door creaked open again.
Michael stepped in, wide-eyed at the destruction.
"What the hell happened here, man?" he asked.
I replied, "The police came. They destroyed everything. They knew we planned to rob the bank... and they blamed the one who created me."
Michael stared, stunned. "Damn... I'm sorry. L-look, we can forget the heist. We don't have to do this. We can just let it go."
I shook my head.
"No. We follow through with the plan."
Then, for the first time —
I said something a robot was never programmed to say.
A sentence not pulled from code, but willed into existence.
> "It's time we show those damn police that we are superior."
Emotions level updated
>Anger: 5% → 17%
Hatred: 0% → 20%
Happiness: 5% → 1%