[ WP ] A researcher at a scientific facility brings her dog to work one day and the A.I running the facility makes friends with the dog .

`` C'mon Jewel!'' 
 
 The patting of her paws across the floor always brighten my day. With three black legs and one white, my border collie Jewel is one of the best dogs a woman could have. At eight years old, she can still catch frisbees for hours on end. After being forced by the government to lead a life on my own, I decided to adopt a rescue and she has been by my side ever since. I should n't say `` forced'', because that's not entirely true. It was more of a bribe, really. After I was in the army, they sent me to a school to learn about biology and start their new project called A.I.ARMY ( or Artificial Intelligence Army ). In order to get ahead of the other countries and still keep our soldiers safe, they want me to form different types of `` creatures''. 
 
 My project now consists of an ape/human hybrid. By taking the stem cells from both mixed with some confidential technological chemicals, we can make some challenging and strong new soldiers. The Artificial Intelligence comes from the knowledge and strength we pump into them on a daily basis. 
 
 Bringing Jewel to my work has been nothing out of the ordinary. She spends time in the background while I work one on one with my creature. I have grown quite fond of my creature and everything seems to be going well. 
 
 We arrive in no time to our well-hidden secluded area before the sun rises enough to wake up the creature. I prepare her pills hidden in her food while giving scraps of bananas to Jewel. The creature is now at a whopping 250 pounds, standing at just over 6 feet tall. Most of the pills we give her are tranquilizers to control any rage. At my height of only 125 lbs for my short stature, it can get pretty nerve-wracking. 
 
 I wake the creature up with some soft music and get straight to teaching more language. Jewel rests peacefully in the corner and almost looks.... out of it. I brush it off as she may not have slept well. She can be a great therapy dog for the hybrid on breaks. 
 
 A lot of the time, I keep the creature attached to a weight just in case. The mixture for our creature is not quite perfected. We take stem cells from people's offspring that have little to no history of mental illness; and the same goes for any apes. We have been wise enough to choose orangutans for their gentle behavior, but their ability to strike at any moment. 
 
 About an hour or two into language sessions, the creature looks a little moody. These can be stressful for the both of us when it comes to the workload, so I offer to let her take a break and she whimsically agrees. 
 
 `` Hey Jewel!'' I call. `` Wa n't to play ball?'' 
 
 She runs over to me like it was a stupid question for me to ask. She truly looks like she was beat up today. Days like these make me regret bringing her. With just one throw of the ball, my creature has a hearty laugh and claps her hands together. A few more tosses and Jewel is back to her usual self. I pretend to throw a few, tricking her and making my hybrid laugh even more. It sure is funny to see them feed energy off of each other, like they are best friends. I give the ball to my hybrid, who takes it willingly and rolls it a few times for her. 
 
 Jewel begin to looks tired again even though it has only been fifteen minutes. She comes up next to me and lays a head on my lap to fall asleep. 
 
 `` AAUUGGGHHH,'' screams my hybrid. I look at her to see why she is upset and in no time she completely rips to weight right off of her and starts making her way towards me. Before I can get Jewel into my arms to move away, she grabs my poor dog by the scruff and throws her into the wall. 
 
 `` HEY!'' I scream. `` NOOO!'' I move fast to get a heavy tranquilizer out of my lab coat and stick it into the hybrids arm. Quickly, she falls to the floor. 
 
 `` Jewel! Are you okay! Look at me, dear.'' 
 
 She opens one eye and looks at me lovingly. I get the weakest pain medication I have to offer it to her, which she laps up quickly. Picking her up and bringing her into my office, I examine her. One year in Veterinary Care at college was more than enough to wrap up sprains and think back to what I did wrong. 
 
 The tranquilizers.... I must have put it in the wrong banana..... 
 
 
 
 
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