((Rosie's Story, 3rd draft.))
All Rosie could remember were things... strange things... All she could remember was blood, injections, and wires that made her nerves tingle and go numb. Everything had been a blur in her mind. But now? There were two figures, always watching her through the glass. One was taller, and older. The other was smaller, and the one who talked the most. At first, Rosie would rush to the glass, sorely wanting to devour their flesh and steaming, hot blood. Soon, however, things changed.
Rosie began to recognize them; they were different. For one thing, they fed her better. They talked to her. The older human referred to her as AC26. The younger called her Rosie. The younger talked to her more, as the experiments went on. The younger boy soon put things other than food through the feeding slot. First was a jacket, embedded with the boy's scent. During transport to and from the labs and observation cells, Rosie began to pick out the one who spoke to her. Intelligence? Or a possible meal?
As years went past, Rosie could soon perform "tricks" that one could see a two year old child doing, except talking. Rosie could partially understand English commands, and recognize people by sight, sound, and in her case, smell. The altered virus that she unknowingly helped create was christened the AI virus, or Artifical Intelligence virus. It would soon lead to her masters' downfall.
Fumbling around in her hungering state, Rosie could hear things. Gunshots. Cries. She could smell the metallic odor of blood through her food slot. Her transport door opened, and in came her younger master. He smelled, different. Similar to her. At first, the smell of the blood on his clothes set her off, and a chase started. This went on until her energy died, and had a chance to fully check things out. The boy had become like her. A zombie. Now, they could interact as brethren. Rosie now could ask, 'Who are you?' and get an answer she could truly understand. Brethren by death, the new zombie replied, "Tom".
Yeah, I know this is completely different. This is probably how Rosie remembers this. I'm a fanfiction nut, and I like taking things into my own hands. I would appreciate some constructive criticism. Thank you for reading this!
Rosie began to recognize them; they were different. For one thing, they fed her better. They talked to her. The older human referred to her as AC26. The younger called her Rosie. The younger talked to her more, as the experiments went on. The younger boy soon put things other than food through the feeding slot. First was a jacket, embedded with the boy's scent. During transport to and from the labs and observation cells, Rosie began to pick out the one who spoke to her. Intelligence? Or a possible meal?
As years went past, Rosie could soon perform "tricks" that one could see a two year old child doing, except talking. Rosie could partially understand English commands, and recognize people by sight, sound, and in her case, smell. The altered virus that she unknowingly helped create was christened the AI virus, or Artifical Intelligence virus. It would soon lead to her masters' downfall.
Fumbling around in her hungering state, Rosie could hear things. Gunshots. Cries. She could smell the metallic odor of blood through her food slot. Her transport door opened, and in came her younger master. He smelled, different. Similar to her. At first, the smell of the blood on his clothes set her off, and a chase started. This went on until her energy died, and had a chance to fully check things out. The boy had become like her. A zombie. Now, they could interact as brethren. Rosie now could ask, 'Who are you?' and get an answer she could truly understand. Brethren by death, the new zombie replied, "Tom".
Yeah, I know this is completely different. This is probably how Rosie remembers this. I'm a fanfiction nut, and I like taking things into my own hands. I would appreciate some constructive criticism. Thank you for reading this!