[ WP ] You create a robot that tells whether something you say is true or false . To test it , you ask if you are human . `` False '' .

I stepped back from the machine. I could feel my legs trembling as I asked it for the fourth time. Each time it was the same. It kept repeating the word, in its monotone voice; `` False.'' 
 
 Ever single time I asked it. False, false, false! I *knew* that I'd gotten the designs right this time, that the programming was correct, that it fucking *worked! * I could n't believe it. I did n't want to believe it. 
 
 The robot stared blankly at me after uttering the fourth `` false.'' I was sweating now, and I could feel my eyes welling up with tears as I asked it a fifth time. `` Cornelius,'' I said, my voice trembling as I spoke. 
 
 The robot's eyes lit up in acknowledgment of my presence. `` Hello, Christopher,'' it said, no emotion in its hollow voice. 
 
 `` Cornelius,'' I repeated. I licked my cracked lips, hoping he would work this time. `` Cornelius, I am a human.'' 
 
 `` False,'' the robot replied swiftly. It's eyes were full again after the word echoed in my ears once again. *False. * A death sentence for all that I'd known, and for all that I thought I was. 
 
 I looked down at my hands, the hands of a human. I felt my face, the face of a human. I touched the hair on my arms, the hair of a human. What was n't human about me? I was human, from ears to feet. 
 
 I stormed out of the room, opening up the door to my bathroom. A large mirror hung on the wall, reflecting me in it. I looked at myself, wondering what could possibly be wrong with me. 
 
 I had a protruding snout, rows of teeth visible in my smile. I had thick hair all over my body, as dark as the sky on a cloudy night. I had long claws on my hands and feet, yellow from not having been properly washed in a while. And my eyes were still the ice-like blue they'd been since I was a child. 
 
 Just a regular human being. 
 
 I sighed, my heart beating at a mile a minute. I walked out of the bathroom. I stared at Cornelius who stood dormant in my kitchen. *Stupid hunk of junk, * I thought to myself. *Scared me to death. Oh well, time to start from scratch again. *
