Priscilla 张琳琳 190110526
In a room with all kinds of high-tech equipment, a teenager was absorbed in making something. On the computer screen in front of the teenager, lines of code swiped across the screen. Finally, he inserted a small chip into the body of the finished robot, and suddenly, the robot in the boy's hand seemed to come to life. The boy could hardly contain his ecstasy when he had succeeded. He took the robot, which was made of the latest materials and designed according to his own image, and whirled around happily. If you looked closely, you would find that the small robot was almost a miniature version of the teenager; if you touched it, it would have felt like it had human skin.
“Hello, my little Bill.” Bill put the little robot on the table and held out his hand to it.
“Hello, Bill.” Amazingly, the little robot reached out its little hand and took Bill's hand, and their voices were so similar; no, actually, just the same.
Bill was even more excited. Little Bill was cleverer than he had ever imagined. He had used more advanced technology than was used for the standard artificial intelligence. If the ordinary AI could be improved through learning, his Little Bill could adapt and improve according to the surrounding environment, through his own pre-planted data in the chip that provided humanized response directly. The chip's data would also be updated based on what the little robot saw and heard. So, he could speak; his little Bill had a mechanical brain. But Bill believed it could not be cleverer than him. It was he who had made it, after all. He was the smartest man in the world.
The next day, Bill took little Bill to school in his schoolbag. He had a bold plan, which was why he designed the robot. He wanted little Bill to listen to his classes and do his homework for him. Bill might have been a genius at invention, but his liberal arts were a complete mess. Conceitedly, he could not allow himself to be inferior to others, so he had wondered if he could invent a robot to do homework for him.
The day at school was over soon. Bill excitedly took little Bill home.
“You do the liberal arts homework for me, Little Bill!” Bill put some exercises on the table and ordered little Bill.
“Okay,” Little Bill answered obediently.
In only ten minutes, Little Bill had finished all the questions, and he got them right, 100 percent right. At school, as Bill looked over the written exercises, he thought he caught adoring looks from his classmates. There was nothing in the world that he couldn’t do.
Day after day, Bill went from having Little Bill do some of his homework to giving it all to Little Bill. He also found that Little Bill seemed to be able to do everything perfectly. He asked Little Bill to elevate his ranking to the top of his game and showed it off. Before, his favorite was Science; now, he no longer listened in class. He didn't need to do his homework anyway. Moreover, the rudiments of knowledge taught at school were simply laughable for a genius like him. He was forgetting his previous pleasure of being immersed in the laboratory. But enjoying the conveniences that Little Bill had brought to him, he was not inclined to think at all.
“Little Bill, get me a glass of water,” Bill shouted lazily from his bed.
Soon, little Bill offered him a glass of water. Bill finished his drink and squinted his eyes pleasantly. The more Bill thought about it, the more he felt that he was so great: such a wonderful robot, only he could invent it. Because he was too lazy to go to the lab to make an invention himself, he just said what he thought and let little Bill do it for him. Then he continued to play games, watch movies, and enjoy life.
Little Bill made him clothes that wouldn't get dirty, a cup that would never run out of water, and glasses that he could wear to search for answers. Bill lived comfortably every day. He was all beer and skittles, and little Bill could do anything for him.
He did not notice that his little Bill was changing from day to day. He never noticed the contempt and disgust in little Bill's eyes when he ordered him.
Still lying in bed one day, Bill caught a glimpse of little Bill, who was doing his homework for him. Somehow, he felt that it had seemed to have grown a little. But his game began again, he shook his head and thought that it was impossible, and then immersed himself in the game world again.
Little Bill, at the desk, raised his mouth slightly and murmured, “Oh, fool.”
Some days later, Bill, who had just finished playing the game, took off his special goggles made by Little Bill and was amazed at what he saw.
“Little Bill, how did you... How did you grow as big as me?”
“Oh? No, my dear master, you are mistaken. Why don't you put on your goggles again?”
Bill shivered and put on his goggles. Little Bill did return to his tiny size, and only then did Bill's violent heart and uneasiness recover a little.
“Oh, you are really a fool.”
Bill seemed to realize something when he heard little Bill's sneer. He took off his goggles in disbelief. His eyes glared at little Bill with fright. “No...no…I made you. How did you grow up...” Bill kept repeating, as if in a trance.
“Sure enough, fool, who gave me the opportunity to enter the lab so that I could invent other things for you; I can also change myself, stupid!” Bill felt cold as he looked at little Bill's identical face, and he shuddered at little Bill's dark smile.
“You... How can you...”
“What's wrong with me? I'm just a tool you've made so that you could be lazy, and now I'm just like you. Why don't you let me live your life instead of you, and you can play games all the time? How about that, my dear master; I'll think of everything!” Little Bill pinched Bill's chin and forced him to look at him.
“No, you can't! You're just a robot, you're not me; you can't replace me!” cried Bill, almost hysterically.
“But we're completely the same. Look at you now. Who's more like a person?” Little Bill brought the mirror so Bill could see himself. His hair was unkempt. His eyes were red-rimmed and bloodshot. His face was pale from staying up too late, and he had thick dark circles under his eyes. It was really a little scarier than Little Bill's unchanging face.
Bill kept shaking his head, unable to believe what he looked like.
“So, I'll live in your place. Don't worry. I won't kill you for a while.”
Little Bill dragged him behind one of the laboratory instruments, bounded his hands and feet, and gagged his mouth. Then he went to school with his bag on his back.
No one noticed anything unusual for a few days. After all, Bill didn't have many friends in school, and his conceited personality made him difficult to get along with. Bill's parents, both scientists, stayed at the institute almost throughout the year and just hired a nanny to take care of him. The nanny also did not like the character of the eccentric teenager; generally, she just did her own things and was mostly absent.
“Oh, you are so pitiful. I'm really thankful for your annoying personality. It's pathetic to see you replaced without anyone noticing.” Little Bill crouched down beside him, gloating.
Bill could not speak but whimpered. He regretted that he had invented a robot to help him be lazy. Bill missed his parents very much. He used to think there was only work in their heart, so he thought they didn’t care about him and seldom contacted them. In any case, he had immersed himself in his own world, which had also made him happy. But now this result was not what he had wanted. Why had he lost himself little by little, so that Little Bill took advantage of the loophole. Tears trickled from the corners of Bill's eyes. If god could give him another chance, he would be a good boy. He would get along well with his classmates and make many good friends. He would go to see mom and Dad often and pay more attention to them. He would also do things on his own, which meant not to depend on others anymore. Then he would beno longer looked down upon others.
Bill struggled mightily to free himself from the rope, but all he had achieved was a growing pain in his wrist.
He was so regretful. Everything was due to his pride and conceit. He could have lived a happy life.
Suddenly, he accidentally bumped his hand into the corner of the table and winced in pain. But the black bracelet suddenly lit up. Then it threw the image of his father and mother into the air. He had no idea that the bracelet his father had given him had this function. He struggled to make a sound to show his father his situation.
Tom and Elizabeth were shocked to see their son in such a state through the video. The bracelet was meant to be actually used to notify them of an emergency, but they had never expected him to actually use it one day. They left the laboratory at once and rushed home; not knowing what was going on, they had returned with some assistants.
They successfully found Bill in the lab. After untying the rope, Bill could no longer restrain his fear and grief from these days. He hugged his mother and cried loudly.
Tom also hugged his son, and the couple knew they had paid too little attention to him. If there wasn’t the bracelet, they probably wouldn't have known he was in danger.
Everyone was amazed when Bill told his parents what had happened. They had no idea that the robot Bill had invented at such a young age could control humans, or that it was Bill himself who had caused all this. Tom and Elizabeth were both angry and aching. They didn't have time to blame Bill. The first thing they needed to do was to catch Little Bill.
Little Bill hadn’t realized that he was been exposed and went home from school as usual. But just as he reached the door, his eyes seemed to pick up something unusual. The house seemed to have been entered by others, and there were threats all around. He turned back and tried to leave, his brain racing to the conclusion that there was danger in the house.
However, a huge net fell straight from the sky, and he was caught before he could get out of the way. Then he saw a crowd of people coming out from all sides. "Oh, foolish human beings, you can only catch me by such despicable ways. Oh, Bill, my master, you have been saved," he said coldly.
“Little Bill, no, monster, you can never replace me!” Bill pointed at him, roaring.
Tom and Elizabeth consoled him and then let the assistants take Little Bill away.
“Mom and Dad, what are you going to do with him?”
“The best thing to do is to destroy it; science and technology can continue to develop but mustn’t harm human beings, so we can only destroy it.”
“Bill, you have the greatest gift in the world. We want you to use it wisely and make good use of it in the future.”
Bill’s matter was also kept under wraps; otherwise, the topic of whether science and technology can surpass human beings would set off another storm.
Years later, as Bill developed one achievement after another on technology for his country, Bill was never arrogant. He always treated science and technology with awe.