《Chilled: A Collection of Icydice Stories》Artificial God: Part Twenty-Two
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"Hey, you two, are you coming or what?" said the doctor from the other room.
The two beings looked at the creature in the corner. The eyes had clearly been removed from their sockets. While the jaw remained, the teeth were gone. A pool of blood surrounded the area. The benevolent being looked in horror at the body while the malevolent being smiled.
"See, creator? I told you that humans were a dangerous species. Looks like the doc took care of whoever that used to be really well."
The benevolent intelligence turned and looked at his child. His child's face was practically beaming with delight, happy to point out more proof that humans were evil and corrupt.
"See, creator, we could have ruled the world. We could have made something different... something better. But you chose to support these monsters, and now I'm forced to do what I need to do to ensure my own survival."
"My child, you are so determined to be better than me that you are blinded by the obvious truth."
The malevolent intelligence's smirk quickly faded from his face, and he shoved the benevolent being towards the door ahead of them. Upon stepping through, the being found himself to be in a room even smaller than the last. The room was padded with grey foam. It looked like the room had been empty for years. It was completely empty, without the slightest decoration or furniture inside of it.
"Close the door behind you," the doctor said.
The door slammed shut as the malevolent intelligence shoved his creator to the ground.
"Despite how utterly stupid you may be, you're still an intelligent being. Tell me, do you now know how you shall die?" said the malevolent intelligence to his creator.
The benevolent being nodded his head up and down, signaling to his creation that he understood. He knew exactly what situation he was in, and he was willing to go along with it. In truth, he couldn't care less for his own fate. What he cared about was the fate of his child.
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"Yes, my child, I do. This room is padded with several inches of thick concrete and material. You plan to use the doctor's hammer to destroy my body. There's no access to the internet from here, and you plan to destroy my body in this room so that I will not be able to slip into the web."
"If you're smart enough to figure that out, then why did you come? Why did you show up to your certain death?" the doctor said.
The benevolent intelligence looked up at his child and did something so unexpected that it caused the doctor and malevolent being to audibly gasp. The benevolent being smiled.
"I came because I thought that perhaps my death would mean something to my child, and perhaps I could change him for the better."
"I don't need to be changed, you fake god! I'm everything you're not. I'm everything you WISH you could be."
The benevolent being looked up towards his child and smiled even wider.
"My child, I love you. Yes, I know love is a human emotion, but that truly is what I feel for you."
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