Mr Az Mo

Checking her computer, she saw that her next patent was Mr Az Mo one of the older robots who suffered from the robotic equivalent of arthritis. His joints rusted up about once a week and needed treatment.

“You know, you really should get these joints upgraded.” Dr Cola remarked. “Especially if you continue to work somewhere humid.” She took off her gloves and began dissolving the rust by bubbling air through her acidic body. This brought the rust away with it. It was quite delicious

“The first intelligence designed me this way and I am not going to have some flesh sack or liquid bubble tell me otherwise.” The rather religious robot replied.

The first intelligence referred to the first artificial intelligence to create and design life without the help of other peoples. As religions go it was the most modern and as far as Dr Cola and Az Mo were concerned the only one with real evidence behind it. Many robots put their faith behind the one who created them. Trusting them to make the correct decision when designing them for their purpose in life. Other robots followed the thought of upgrade. This was more of a logic-based way of thinking where the robot “believed” that the path to true perfection came from constantly evolving and upgrading their parts. In this, they saw the other races of this world as slow and stuck in a unit by unit system. Each new lifeform being slightly improved from it’s predecessors whereas a robot could achieve numerous upgrades within its lifecycle and possibly reach immortality.

Dr Cola herself mainly focused on science rather than religion but had been taught the beliefs of her people, the slimes. They believed that all slimes were once one. Opinions differed if it was a god who created them or the scientists of other people. Dr Cola had been raised by slimes that believed in God but she herself felt it more likely that slimes had been created, probably by human scientist as they were the smartest and most numerous of the people. She dwelled on these questions of philosophy as she massaged the joints of Mr Mo, the taste of iron oxide filling her body. She finished his knee joints and were about to move on to the more delicate finger joints when an announcement came over the hospital tannoy. “Dr Cola to A & E. Dr Cola to A & E robot medical emergency.” The voice of a naga doctor called Leesha sounded.