Chapter 3 : Robots are not human

Queen Jezebel sighed. She knew that it would happen someday. However, she couldn't expect it to come so soon. She read the peace treaty she had just ratified with King Louis XXXX. In her heart, she wasn't sure about the way of dealing with it.

"I didn't know…"

"You should have read the specific clauses, Your Majesty." King Louis XXXX's diplomat crossed his arms. "Honestly, it is a good thing."

"Indeed…It is a good thing. After all, everyone wanted it to happen. That was humanity's dream for many decades. I just didn't expect it would happen right now. I mean…" Jezebel covered her face. "Humanity can be so flawed sometimes."

"But we can always improve, Queen Jezebel," the man said, putting a hand on her shoulder, ignoring the warning stare from her bodyguard. "You know sometimes… the future is better than the past."

She looked down. "You should have told me it would be your goal."

"We don't want war happening again, Queen Jezebel. That's all up to you."

Queen Jezebel knew how risky her decision would be. Indeed, it would resolve a lot of problems…However, what would happen to her? She was Queen of England. If she agreed, she may lose her place. She may lose her sovereignty. Instead, others would rule while her family had reigned for a long time.

Would she lose this for peace?

Unfortunately, she was a Queen. She couldn't think about her selfish whims. Her people had to be her priority over everything. Not only them, but her family, too.

Ultimately, she simply nodded. "It would cause many changes…"

"But for the best, Your Majesty. I mean, Jezebel." The diplomat didn't even call her by her nickname.

"We don't need you anymore, Lance."

Lance froze at George's sight in front of him. His colleague told him to come in his office. That was the afternoon after England ratified the peace treaty to be part of the Super Nation. At the beginning, Lance simply didn't care. Politics weren't what mattered to him.

But George thought otherwise. And at his sight, Lance couldn't understand what's happening in front of him.

"You should understand," George smiled in a sinister way. "You may have any advanced technology, any great power… but in the end, with Super Nation becoming more influential, it would be only a matter of time before everyone is throwing their weapons of mass destruction into the fire before dancing around the fire." George simply looked at the window. Sunset.

It gave a strange atmosphere to this situation.

"It is only a matter of time before the Company heads for bankruptcy. After all, who would care about protection and weapons when everyone is happy for war?"

"There would be always people who would be ready to use any weapon," Lance pointed.

"Possible." George said. "But it wouldn't help us live. If we could change this Company we could maybe save it. It won't be too late."

He turned around. "However, Lance…what usefulness do you have left?"

"What does that mean, George?"

"I mean that. You could stay here in this following job. However, your technologies won't help us. If we made change…why not change you too?"

Lance clenched his fists. "I thought that you saw me as more than this, George. You promised not to reprogram me."

George chuckled. "Yes, I promised, but times have changed. And don't worry…I am sure you will be happy with this new life, working as a cashier or a secretary in our new Company. You will forget all about your previous life. Wouldn't you like that?"

Lance's eyes went red. A cashier?

A secretary?

Would he become this when he was an advanced robot? A robot that could cause so much harm?

Would George just reprogram him?

The moment George turned around, his blood splashed the wall.

Lance just shot him. He noticed that his previous colleague still had the stupid arrogant grin on his face.

He would never become this robot.

Lance quickly left the room. He had to leave before everyone chased after him.