FEELING HOUSING

At first his brain became more agitated as in a whirl of thoughts, then all his muscles and joints turned to electrical circuits to withstand what was to come.

Robert was in his early thirties when he felt changes in his body.

Some people do not notice sudden changes, the appearance is certainly something they did not notice, it became part of it. They never noticed that he became a robot. Something like I did not have breath of life in every cell of the body. Everything had been replaced and in its place the organic became mechanical, the blood turned to motor oil. Certainly what remained of his soul went into darkness as in a cliff where there is no light at the end of the tunnel. Even if his wrists were cut off, he would not feel pain.

After numerous visits to specialized doctors, he wanted to get even more concrete answers. Until he went to the center of the universe to find a doctor who would solve his problem, there were no more possibilities like logic circuits, he could not get more than two answers, YES and NO. Yes it would be an affirmation that he would have the cure for what he felt, and in the negative he would probably come back with his hands shaking or steel shaking. The trip he had taken lasted for about half an hour from the special season, the air was dry and a little cold. And then he was descending into the center of the universe, thoughts still held for hour.

He saw multitudes of beings he had never seen on earth. They were as bright as neon. The buildings were gray as molten silver.

In the center was a different building, he knew that there was the place. This was the universal hospital for the cure of all universal diseases, at least he believed it, seeing newspapers, electronic magazines and thousands of books talking about the renowned Lifeshadow hospital.

He is now in Dr. Sick's office. Of course his surname was not a disease, the reason for this nickname was that he was a good doctor and had discovered the cure of the most difficult diseases. No one would know that his name was Andrew Harper to be frank. But he did not care much if they knew his name, he had a focus on his work, a professional did not like paparicos and let alone talk, his work demanded speed.

Robert sat on a computer stretcher. In it were thousands of electrodes that did all of their exams in a few seconds.

Dr. Sick analyzed the examination carefully with his thick glasses on an electronic clipboard of the small silver table next to the stretcher where Robert was.

"Mr. Robert, your exams do not have any significant changes," Dr. Doe said sharply, checking more information on the drawing board. You could tell he was a little nervous, maybe it was the day he spent and the thousands of patients he would have to attend, but who would ask how he felt. People after the twenty-fifth century became more cruel and less loving.

"You're sure you're not mistaken Dr. Sick, I really came because you were the only medium I thought I would solve," said the distant eyes, watching a thousand lights in the vast silver city. "There's something they told me about rocking me."

It is a common symptom of robotic syndrome.

In the twenty-fifth century when people began to be cooler and unfeeling, robots were created that interacted with humans. They all ended up getting some of the human characteristics and some of their feelings as soon as artificial intelligence already existed after the 21st century, which was a collapse for the human race. A milestone for the time when they were being studied. The robotic syndrome arose, even if you had human blood some traits in your genetics were altered, alias that of all of us, including the extraterrestrials at the latest in the XXX century that I forgot to mention.

"Do you have any medicine that can solve this?" Is there any viable solution to contain the nano robots in my DNA? He said, looking at the silver ceiling in the consulting room, the lights pale blue.

"Does it matter much, have you ever loved anyone?"

Millions of electrical synapses formed in the mechanical brain. The fact that his body is getting stiff is that he is changing the cells and replacing them with synthetic tissues.

His mind worked like a supercomputer, but his reaction to speech was negative. As soon as the exam was over there was nothing to be done. Unless he discovered what the love algorithm was made of, love for him was something human, and he was failing to analyze this hypothesis. The thought that he might love repressia imagined himself in a dead end.

He came out of that place that he thought might be the solution, but he repented, the more regret he became, the more he seemed to be a kind of hurt.

The weather was so overcast that it had begun to drizzle, and the tiny drips fell on the gray concrete. He remembered that he loved the color gray, his favorite color. The London train station entered the direct space shuttle. On the way he went through constellations, solar systems, he understood everything from astronomy less than was necessary for his healing, to the happiness he could not even once know.

It was many years before the new century came, he had become a complete robot. He was an employee of a company renowned for creating robots that did repairs on aircraft.

Although there were air transport, Robert liked to use traditional transport, vehicles that walked on the land, this was the most humane way he had remembered, when the oil companies were almost to fail, but despite his riding in a land car his fuel was different , he was fed on space junk, maybe this was the only way to kill the nostalgia he had of the cars powered by diesel and oil. There was a blast of smoke running through his nose, the smell of gasoline burning. Nostalgic times.

On one of the tours to his house, which had been a few minutes from the company, he resolved after a long time to find some hope of love, where in the world there were only machines and human remains, machines that over the years were withdrawn the human feelings by which robots have acquired in the centuries.

Sometimes what we want does not always come out, but that day Robert discovered not only love, but empathy for humans, or both at the same time.

His car ran over a girl who lived in the alleys of the iron city. It was a tragic death. The girl's name was Evelin, she was a woman of almost fifty, but still a rare human life. Humans were like lab rats, like pigeons, struggled to survive, the funny thing is that human evolution ceased to exist after the robots demystified it.

Evelin lived with her teenage daughter Mary (her name was a tribute to Mary Poppins). One characteristic she inherited was that she loved to sing, but on that dark day she most cried she sang.

Robert took Evelin along with his daughter to the hospital. There was nothing to be done. On the way to the Iron City Hospital Mary did not even look at Robert. She understood that for death there are no words but wailing.

Arriving at the hospital they took her to the morgue. Some robots cleaned it and made the body more presentable. Robert's promise to Mary was that she would have a decent wake.

Suddenly after a few hours in the waiting room Robert told the girl that if she needed anything else was to tell him.

"She was everything to me, Mr. Robert, you took a part of me, do you realize the gravity of it?"

"I know you must be bad, but even if I do not have feelings I wanted you to forgive me, I became so cold that if I loved my life I would cry for you, but I'm sorry for your loss.

How could he regret if he was a robot, maybe he was programmed to say that, like a "It will pass, it is temporary."

- You must be saying this because you have never loved someone, you are a can without feelings, you are more a product created by artificial intelligence.

And left the room for the morgue. Before entering to talk to the coroner he came to Robert's direction and handed a necklace to his mother.

"Maybe you're not guilty, take this necklace from my mother, because I know pain is a passing color. And I know you do not have feelings.

"I had feelings until I became what I am today. It's amazing to say that I lived as a human, but I never loved it.

After all that happened ten years passed.

Robert had visited the now-grown-up Mary. His feelings of hatred had not yet changed, even if all things were forgotten, perhaps this is the defect of human feeling, of course he never forgives, but there are exceptions.

Robert had told Mary that he had lived a long time. He was convinced that Mary would have to kill him, not out of revenge because he was tired. His outdated body, that would be his end, otherwise he would. It then marked one day, the day the woman would have to pull her brain gears and disable the electrical nervous system. And so it was done. Mary cried as on that day when her mother died. The funniest thing about this story is that when Robert died he bled like a human.

That was the rest of the feeling he had, as most of the time pain is a passing color.

END.