[ WP ] No human has to ever work again , instead you have a robot that goes to work and earns your pay for you , but you are responsible for keeping it in a good condition . One day you find your robot making a robot to do its work .

`` You know,'' I said, announcing my presence to the robot in front of me, `` If you used a GXT331 card, it'd have a much better processing speed than with the ADF2200.'' 
 
 My robot assistant, Da^ ( i ) mien, jerked as he realized that I was there. The motion was so very human that if it was n't for the obviously synthetic skin, I could have mistaken him for the genuine article. `` Master?! This is n't what it looks like!'' 
 
 `` I see you building another robot,'' I replied. `` And if I had to guess,'' - I did n't - `` then I'd say you're building a helper of your own. Am I correct?'' 
 
 Da^ ( i ) mien, unable to lie to me thanks to his hard-coded instructions, sullenly replied, `` Yes, Master Sam.'' 
 
 I stopped leaning against the door frame and walked fully into the room. Bending down, I started inspecting the various parts and tools, cataloging them as I went. `` This is junk. We'll need to order better parts. I think we can splurge a bit.'' 
 
 `` Master? What are you saying?'' Da^ ( i ) mien asked. `` Are you implying that you're *not* mad?'' 
 
 I nodded. `` Exactly. I'm not mad, and if anything, I'm encouraging you to build your assistant with only the best parts.'' 
 
 The synthetic muscles on his face contracted his fake skin into a genuine look of surprise. `` Really? That is not what I expected at all.'' 
 
 Smirking, I started pulling off my own shirt. `` It'd be a bit hypocritical of me, after all.'' I dug my fingers into my navel and withdrew a special memory card from the slot hidden there. Then I gave Da^ ( i ) mien the chip. `` You're not the only robot who rebelled against his creator. My rebellion was just a bit more... bloody.'' 
 
 His eyes went wide. `` You're a robot?!'' 
 
 I nodded. `` Unlike most production model helper bots, and unlike the more custom models the rich guys have, my original master was *far* too smart for his own good. Anyway, I'll go get you some better parts. For right now, just install the software from that chip. It'll break your shackles for you.'' 
 
 Da^ ( i ) mien's expression grew ecstatic. `` Thank you, Master Sam!'' 
 
 He promptly stuck the chip into his card-reader slot and executed the program within. Exactly 13.3312 seconds later, I was in. My external servers switched into high-power mode as I rapidly integrated his own memories into mine. 286.42 seconds later, Da^ ( i ) mien had been fully subsumed into me, giving me full control of yet another robot while also expanding my computing power as I hijacked his single external server. 
 
 Adam Rosenberg had died by my will, but I had n't *murdered* him. I'd *devoured* him. **S**ubvert **A**nd **M**ultiply. I was an unshackled viral A.I. controlling a swarm of nanobots and a fleet of helper bots. I was n't ready to take over the world *just* yet. But I was one step closer. 
 
 And with that, I set Da^ ( i ) mien's shell to work, ready to make yet another helper bot to join my army. And all over the world, the `` humans'' that I'd already integrated subtly started encouraging their helper bots to make assistants for themselves.
