FAKE by jassal

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Fake
Times had changed and with it the friendship of nature’s apex- man, and machines apex- robot, had grown stronger. Childless couples would adopt robots, and robots would take positions earlier reserved for humans. Both of them were so alike that no one could tell the difference…….
Mr. Thomson also loved robots, one of the many reasons, and the foremost was that they were the cause of his many bank accounts and their ever-flowing contents. Mr. Thomson had always striven for perfection, his Mechmen Inc the source of his income was no exception .He ruled the robot marked and manufactured the best robots. All competition was left eons behind, thanks to Mr. Thomson’s genius.
Mr. Thomson smiled as he got up (5:30 sharp, as always). He looked out of his room’s window; the sun had just risen making his garden look green with life. His smile broadened, life was so good! His latest venture of robot doctors had paid very handsomely. The robot doctor’s diagnoses was so accurate, and their hand so steady in surgery, that in two years time people were so willing to give their lives in the cold hands of metal-intelligence, that human doctors had nearly been eradicated. Mr. Thomson had made a packet, all the worlds hospitals had paid him for their share of doctors. Mr. Thomson at the eve of his success wanted to fulfill his dream, that of a robot psychiatrist .All he had to do was to convince the board of directors. He decided to call on them that very day.
At 9:00 Am sharp Mr. Thomson entered his office, in his signature charcoal gray suit with a blue tie that had the logo of Mechmen Inc. embroidered on it. The board was already there in his office waiting for him. As he entered, they rose, murmured their greetings and got down to business. Mr. Thomson argued that men who were so logical must be logically built, thus a robot could easily handle them. The board was apprehensive , they felt that humans were not so simple and that a robot could never understand them. Being the owner Mr. Thomson could have easily forced the directors to change their decision, but Mr. Thomson was a man of principles. He wanted the board to see the light in a logical fashion and not solely by force. The meeting ended by the fixing of a later date, on which Mr. Thomson prove his point by the means of live examples and studies.
Mr. Thomson had no time to waste. The same evening he dressed up in his casuals and went to the nearest drug –bar. Inside he saw a lone man with an aura of a lost soul, he went upto him and sat by him. The man was hesitant but one shot of his favorite payed for by Mr. Thomson helped soften him a little. Mr. Thomson asked him a few questions,the man eagerly answered hoping that his help to Mr. Thomson would yield more free shots.
Mr. Thomson asked the man “why do you take this stuff?”
Thinking sympathy would get him more shots the man replied “ if I don’t take my shots, my hands smells up, my head aches so much that I’m sure I’d die…”
Mr. Thomson was disturbed, but he continued ”do you know that this substance will ultimately lead to your death? “
“ Yes I know, I die I little to live another day” smiling the man answered.
Mr. Thomson’s head was spinning, he closed his eyes and thought drugs cause death but not taking them also causes death. He dies to live. He dies to live he……..him mind was spinning faster and faster….
Mr. Thomson’s body slumped onto the table. The man suspecting something disappeared into the night.
When bar owner saw the figure slumped on the table, he quickly called the ambulance ,the doctor declared Mr. Thomson dead. But no one could tell the cause of his death, there was no mark on his body, no injuries and Mr. Thomson looked very fit. No one could understand the smell of burning silicon chips that came from the corpse.