Lisa Ex Machina: Part 3
By morning, Lisa had finally woken up. "Wow, that was a weird dream. I don't remember binary having a two." She commented, not really noticing that she was emitting black smoke. "Hmm… I wonder why I'm still wearing my clothes." She asked, still unaware of her nature as a robot, she went into the bathroom to brush her teeth. While brushing, she noticed an odd green flicker in the mirror. "What the!" She said, her mouth foaming with toothpaste. She looked closer, and realized that the flicker was coming from her eyes. "Okay, now that is weird. I haven't been this confused since I last woke up in the hospital." She said in concern, she continued brushing her teeth regardless of the bright green flashing.
She then went down stairs for breakfast, not realizing what time it was. "Good morning!" She said happily, Marge, Bart, Maggie, and Homer were in the kitchen eating lunch. "Lisa! Thank goodness you're not dead!" Marge said, hugging Lisa tightly. "Whoa! I was only asleep!" Said Lisa, breaking free of Marge's grip. "Yeah, for like three days." Bart commented nonchalantly. "What? I couldn't have been asleep for that long!" Said Lisa, still not realizing that she was now a cybernetic life form.
Marge then went on giving random explanations for Lisa's recent unconsciousness, which didn't do anything except raise Lisa's curiosity. She pretended that she was convinced by Marge's explanation, one of the explanations was a nondairy creamer.
Later that night, Lisa went into the bathroom; she pulled out a tape recorder and spoke into it. "Experiment number one," she said, Lisa then turned off the nightlight in the bathroom. Almost immediately, Lisa's vision turned green, much like how one would see through a pair of night vision goggles. "Results so far: Night vision. But that still does not confirm my suspiciousness." She then went down to the kitchen, and got a letter opener. "Experiment number two." Lisa took a deep breath as she bit down on her elbow. She then stabbed herself, instead of blood a silver liquid squirted out of the fresh wound.
"I… I… I… I… I…" She stammered, she did not know what to expect. But this was at the very bottom of her list, around the same place as alien abduction. "This… what is this? What am I? WHAT AM I?" She panicked, she then ran back to her room, and buried her face into the pillows and sobbed.
"Hello, and welcome to your Heads Up Display-Interface: User: Lisa Simpson." Said a voice inside of Lisa's head, the next thing she knew, she was in some kind of virtual interface. "Wh-where am I?" A scarred Lisa asked, she was flouting in utter darkness and in front of her was the previously established virtual interface.
"This is your Heads Up Display-Interface: HUD-I for short." Said the voice. Lisa looked confused as she stared at the virtual interface. "How does this work?" She asked. "For now, there are strict security protocols that restrict access. But right now you can customize your eye, skin, and hair color, the frequency of your voice, and facial structure.
Before she could ask the relevance of the customization features, an important question popped into her head. "Who created me?" She asked. "Your creator was Russian scientist, Ivan Bishop. Eighty-nine years old, originally he was a farm boy on the Kamchatka Peninsula. But during World War 2, like nearly every man of his age during that period of time in the Soviet Union were conscripted into the Red Army." The voice then continued to for what would seem like several years.
"Is there anything else you would like to know?" Asked the voice, its question startling Lisa for she had fallen asleep since it started talking about Professor Ivan. "What time is it?" Asked Lisa. "The time is 1:00 AM." It was around 9:30 when Lisa tested her theory in the bathroom. "How do I get out of here?" Asked Lisa, concerned that she would be unable to leave what one could only assume was the inside of her own mind. "I am sorry, would you like to leave?" The voice asked.
The next thing she knew she was back in reality. "So, my life was saved by a demented Russian scientist. But at what cost?" She asked herself, she didn't sleep well that night, her internal philosophical wonderings going on and on and on until the next morning. For much of the next few weeks she was completely silent, unless someone asked her a general question.
Until one day…
