Fresh bout of attacks over the minority human settlements of Hominid Sector at Boreal Moon underway. The attack by the rouge humanoids started at 0300 hrs MST. Human causalities reported.
Thus, went the news-cast on the telepathic extra-galactic devices (TEG) across Earth and Moon. TEG devices alerted its owner about the latest news, entertainment, sports, science and technology, inter-galactic issue and you-name-it-they-have-it; apart from assuming its secretarial duties for its owner.
Most on the Earth, ignored it as usual but not Dr Melissa. She had more than one reason to be worried.
“Where is this hostility going to lead us”, she reflected as she selected details of the news broadcast on her TEG.
Most of the sectors of Boreal Moon had primarily been set up to dump the humanoids from Earth that had gone rouge, with the intention that they would die gradually, deprived of vital life lines.
Society for Fair Treatment of Humanoids (SOFTH) however had long protested this move and always believed that the rouge humanoids could be turned around, subjecting them to certain configuration and algorithmic changes. It however was a difficult task.
As she scrolled, fearing ominous, growing anxious, she stopped suddenly. Beads of sweat made a bee line on her temples. As a tear presented itself in her blue eyes, there was a tap on her shoulder.
“We will get him back, Melissa”, said he as Melissa turned and saw Dhruvil, her husband, a veteran Robo-Genetic researcher, who had instantly teleported himself from his lab to be present with his wife at this hour of grief.
“We must”, she replied, fighting the tear off and rushing towards the escalator entry port to the Boreal Moon side.
Dhruvil and Melissa cleared the bio-metric formalities in no time and were on the way to moon. It was their son, who had voluntarily signed up with SOFTH few months back and was to return in couple of weeks after completing six months mandatory service at Boreal Moon.
Landing at Hominid Sector, they took capsule to the Administration desk of casualty ward. They were informed that their son was alive but brain dead.
A fresh wave of grief struck Melissa. Checking her sinking feeling, Dhruvil reminded her by saying, “He isn’t gone yet Mel”.
Melissa, collected herself and nodded. As they were walked towards the ICU, Dhruvil suggested, “How about him as humanoid? Why not harvest his body and… ”
“You mean robotic brain in a human body? That’s neither conventional nor moral”, retorted Melissa, cutting him short.
“Conventionality is not morality”, he replied calmly. “I don’t believe in miracles though I trust Almighty. I trust Science and technology equally”
Melissa checked Dhruvil’s face that beamed with confidence and resolve. She saw a ray of hope.
“I want him back in any form whether human or humanoid. Aren’t humanoids the inverted reality of the human”, she mumbled and resonated with self, as they headed to check on their son.
“Lets give hope a chance”, said Dhruvil as he held Melissa’s hand firmly.