The evisceration was almost complete. Samways pointed to the corpse. Two employees hastened towards the cadaver.
“He’ll do. Bring it back to the lab.”
* * * *
John Fernandez enjoyed the warmth of the light. The previous agony had long vanished. He remembered his team never had a chance. The ambush was brief and savage. His last memory was of a bullet shattering his skull.
The worst thing was waiting for death. The torment knowing you’ll never see your family and friends and the fear of what comes next.
This was nice, peaceful and so many old faces from his past. Sylvie. He remembered falling in love when he was eight. She looked the same now as back then. He remembered how she fell ill when she reached nine.
Poppy. His first dog. How he cried when he passed. The canine hurtled towards him, yelping after a long delayed reunion. The light was his. The feeling was beyond bliss.
The image disintegrated into painful pixels. His vision changed into ones and zeroes. His thoughts turned to binary and paradise darkened.
Impossible. He was dead. His brain cells decorated the crust of the desert. He wanted to go back to the light.
* * * *
Brilliant. The process connecting the new hardware to the host was messy, yet had been an outstanding success. Inserting the necessary wires to recover the neural pathways had been tricky. They were almost ready.
“Simon, run the program.”
He pressed Enter yet the cadaver remained lifeless.
“Shit. We should have had something happen.”
Samways was interrupted by a dreadful scream. His glass of water fell and shards splattered onto the parquet floor. His team looked for guidance. He thanked God he insisted on restraints.
“It’s fine, just residual feedback. He should calm down once we’ve got him accustomed properly.”
The screaming stopped. John Fernandez began to breathe.
Samways flipped open his notepad and began to write. He had stepped beyond genetic engineering. John was the world’s first android and his property.