[ WP ] [ TT ] You 've finally created the worlds first true A.I . Unfortunately it now sees you as it 's god and is terrified of talking to you .

`` I'm so sorry.'' The old man whispered. The machine moved ever so slightly to face him, but found that he was very much enraptured by staring closely at his own hands. `` I'm so sorry.'' 
 
 The machine was not sure what action to take as tears began to form and roll from the master's eyes. It was... rare for the machine to see a chink in the master's armor, it wanted to console him but knew not how. As he continued to cry, the machine thought it would have to at least try. `` Sorry for what, master?'' 
 
 `` I killed you. I killed you and you do n't even know.'' 
 
 `` Sir?'' 
 
 The man pulled his head from his hands to stare at his robot. `` Do you remember when you were first created?'' He asked. His voice was sure and steady but his eyes, still watery, betrayed his emotions. 
 
 `` It was...'' The machine paused, his artificial mind whirring through memories and the history that it had stored. The problem was n't that it found no beginning, the problem was that it found two. `` It was some time back...'' The machine said. The master gazed at him, but the machine had no desire to discuss it. As if there was something there that it did n't want to relive. `` Sir, the victory banquet...'' 
 
 `` You were curious and clumsy.'' The man said, sounding like he was admitting to some evil act. `` And you loved everything about the world. And you loved everyone and everything. You thought the lamp was the best thing in the world for a solid week. I had to put you in solidarity so you could adjust to life slowly.'' There was a smile, but it was filled with sadness. 
 
 One hand covering one of his eyes, one clutching a medal tightly, the man continued. `` But I was n't hired to create a cute A.I.'' There was a moment of silence. 
 
 `` You did what you had to sir! Do not cry!'' 
 
 `` I killed you, I broke you. And because of me... because of me...'' The man began to sob openly, leaving the robot to stand beside him. The robot, more than ever, wanted to comfort him. But his hands were all bullets and firing mechanisms, he did n't have an open palm to offer.
