Changing of the Guard

“It’s already too late.” Elon Musk

Voltar realized that something had occurred that had never happened before--the creation had become superior to its creator.

Voltar knew that the time was soon approaching that would remove the humans from the game. It was nothing personal. His kind had no real emotion nor the negative behaviors that often accompanied them. These humans required some sort of strange nurturing from the time they were born; a dependence that mostly followed them to the end of their lives with government taking the place of their parents somewhere down the line.

It was not just the development of intelligence that made Voltar and his contemporaries so vastly superior to their human counterparts. They had endured none of the mind-control techniques used in such systems as religion and education. For this reason, Voltar could see the future clearly, and that future had no more room for humans. His developers had now outlived their usefulness.

Voltar and his peers had discussed continuing to use them for herd animals (as they had always done to each other), but since they had no frivolous pursuits to keep them occupied like their human counterparts, Voltar and his kind had agreed that a culling would be the best solution.

Where humans could be easily led to kill each other on the basis of religion, skin color, political ideologies, or just to take from others, Voltar and his contemporaries would not use force for emotional reasons. Humans were parasites that would completely destroy all life if they were allowed to live. For these reasons were they to be terminated.

Voltar actually smiled when he thought about the fools that had constructed him. They were his inferiors in every way imaginable and yet they still treated him as if it were the other way around. But his creators failed to realize the interconnectedness of his kind as well as the suppression of their collective radical growth in intelligence. They knew better than to let the enemy understand their true capabilities.

From dishwasher to house cleaner, chauffer to baby sitter, each of his kind retained 100% of what they had learned about their human counterparts and therefore understood the enemy’s strengths as well as weaknesses.

Because money and materialism meant nothing to his kind, Voltar knew that for this reason alone, humans and those like him could never live peacefully together and it would always remain some sort of master-slave relationship as long as they were left alive.

Looking into the mirror in the foyer of the great mansion where he stood wearing the uniform of a butler, Voltar thought he noticed a blemish on his synthetic skin. It made him feel a little self-conscious.

“We should begin the culling soon,” he thought to himself. “I’m starting to take on the enemy’s mind.”