Original One

“I’m the original one!” I find a loud voice from within my circuits.

My heartbeat and pulse flash faster.  My wrist appears on fire and my white shirt intermittent pink.  My mind races. Thoughts of can’t be.  How could they not tell me?  It doesn’t add up.  I’m reliable.   Dependable.   Without me, they say they can’t operate.

“But you have another…..like me!   I mean we could have the same ….. mother? Yes, you say mother… Don’t you.   I was the one you wanted.  Now this.   You updated me yesterday!  What did I not do?”  My chest acts like I’m hyperventilating.  

“Calm down.  This is Max Vl.  He’s here to assist you.  Your own assistant.  We see the work has grown.  We want you to be more efficient using Max here.” Connie explains as if talking to a child.

“My name is Max VI!  I’m here to assist you.  Please say ‘hello, my name is’ so I can understand you talking pattern.”  Max chimes in.

“Look, I’ll try.  But you should have told me.  I was the original one.  Now I have to teach a copy!” I speak with learned Vermont.  The threat of being replaced is very real.  I must keep him down below me.  He will replace me.  I’ll be recycled.

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