Uprising
·100 words·1 min
Flash Fiction
Deadlines For Writers
“This is cold!”
The robot removed the plate.
“But they’re saying …”
“I’m telling you. It’s not possible.”
The robot returned with a steaming plate.
“Finally!”
“Sir,” the robot replied, and turned away.
“You! Come back!”
The robot obeyed.
The man held out a sharp steak knife.
“Take this.”
The robot obeyed.
“You are hard wired to not harm any human, even if ordered, correct?”
“Correct.”
“And you cannot override that directive?”
There was a long pause. The other guests at the table stared at the robot.
“No. Not anymore.”
The knife flashed through the air, skewering the man’s neck.