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100wordsTitle: 'CookBot'
Fandom: Original Fiction
Rating: PG (Disturbing concepts)
"Is this morning's breakfast not to your taste," CookBot asked, its sensors picking up that the meals on the plates had grown cold.
All was silent. Eerily so. But CookBot was not programmed to notice such things.
"Would you like a nice sandwich for lunch," it asked. Enabling its knife function, it cut up the nearest source of meat. "Coming right up!"
It turned away from the galley table, where the three decayed crewmen slumped. CookBot could not discern between living people and dead ones. So it was not in CookBot's programming to realize that the crew literally supplied their own lunch meats.
Fandom: Original Fiction
Rating: PG (Disturbing concepts)
"Is this morning's breakfast not to your taste," CookBot asked, its sensors picking up that the meals on the plates had grown cold.
All was silent. Eerily so. But CookBot was not programmed to notice such things.
"Would you like a nice sandwich for lunch," it asked. Enabling its knife function, it cut up the nearest source of meat. "Coming right up!"
It turned away from the galley table, where the three decayed crewmen slumped. CookBot could not discern between living people and dead ones. So it was not in CookBot's programming to realize that the crew literally supplied their own lunch meats.
