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The Brain in the Jar
by Erin Tyler
I remember a couple faces, and a name -- "Brianna" -- but that's it.
Without context, I have no idea who they were, or who she was, or even
if she's one of them. I remember I was born in Philadelphia, but then I
moved somewhere when I was very young, and I can't remember where. I
remember riding a bicycle, and thinking I rode it a lot, and the feel of
a hard plastic tube slung across my back and a tight shirt around my
torso. My feet would pump the pedals as fast as I could go. I was a
bicycle courier -- I'm certain of this, even though I can't remember who
I worked for.
And I remember the accident. Actually, I only remember a bit after the
accident, and feeling pavement below my back and two police officers
above me telling people, "Stand back! Give him air!"
And I remember I was a man, and the year I had my accident was 2015, and
that's it.
There was dark for a while after that. I didn't see anything, I
couldn't hear or smell or taste or feel anything. I couldn't tell
whether it was day or night. I couldn't tell if I was awake or asleep,
or if there was even a difference between the two. I didn't even know
whether I was alive or dead. Quick, fleeting memories passed across my
consciousness (or sub-consciousness; what's the difference?), but were
gone before I could tell what they were or what they meant. Was I in
there for minutes? Hours? Months? Years? I couldn't tell.
And then came the ringing.
It started as a tiny noise coming from everywhere, then grew in volume.
It was the first thing I had experienced since... well, since the
accident, I assume. I heard a muffled noise, like a voice, just below
the ringing. It sounded like someone was asking a question over and
over. Light started to shine through. Something on my left side
twitched shortly after I realized I had a left side.
The voice became clearer. "...Hello? Hello?" said a girl.
"Hellooooo?" I felt a little wobbly, but otherwise completely stiff.
The light split into two beams, then merged into one field of vision.
"Hello? Hello?" the girl kept asking.
As my sense of sight sharpened, I could see her a little more clearly.
She was a girl in her late teens or early twenties, probably Japanese or
half-Japanese, with short brown hair cropped around her face. She was
about an inch shorter than me and wearing a white, sleeveless sailor
fuku. Her right arm looked weird, like it was made of metal just below
her shoulder, then was normal past her elbow. She peered directly into
my eyes, then pushed against my forehead with one finger. "Hell-
oooooo?" she cooed into my face. "Anybody in there?"
I felt like I could move, so I did: I twitched my neck and left arm
spasmodically. She jumped and squealed with glee. "Yatta! It works,
it works!" She hopped up and down like a disoriented cheerleader and
threw her arms around me. "Oooooooo! The Mistress will be so pleased!
So pleased! Hee!" My body felt slow and cumbersome. I turned my head
to the left, then to the right. Except for a clear path in front of me,
I was surrounded on all sides by what looked like electronic junk. I
saw dismantled servers and humming monitors, dusty keyboards and worn-
out mouse-pads, bookcases filled with binders filled with crumpled
schematics, metal tubes and joints and screws and wires and tools of all
shapes and sizes, old plates and dinnerware crusted over with the
remains of meals eaten long ago. The room was pretty dark; there were
florescent lights high overhead that were mostly burnt out. Someone
actually lives here, I thought.
I tried lifting my left arm again and turned my head toward it. To my
shock, I didn't see fingers or a cast or even a stump; instead, what I
got was a greasy metal stalk that extended out from my shoulder. I
tried to yell out in horror, but found that I didn't have a mouth.
There was nothing for my right arm -- just a shoulder.
I thrashed about, and the girl noticed. "Oh? Is something the matter?"
she asked casually.
I wanted to scream, but could not: Is something the matter?! What the
fuck have you done to me, you bitch?!
The girl took a step back and looked up and down at me while tapping her
finger against her chin. I realized that her right arm was made of
electronics. What the fuck, I thought. Is she... a freaking robot?!
Understanding dawned on her face. "...Ohhh! I get it! Your body is
robot, but your brain is human! You're confused!" She giggled and
leaned in to me. "Well, don't worry, Miki-chan! I'm your creator,
Natsuko! The Mistress found your brain in one of the abandoned
buildings, and she let me give you a new body from the spare parts we
have lying around!"
Abandoned building?! Spare parts?! What the fuck?!
She beamed. "So you're alive again, and you have a brand-new super-
duper robot body! Whee!" She held onto my shoulders and danced to
music that only she could hear. "We're going to have fun together,
Miki-chan!"
That's not my name! I don't know what it is, but I knew for certain
that isn't it!
Natsuko leaned in close to my right ear (actually, my right "audio
sensor," as I later learned) and whispered into it. Her bubbly voice
suddenly became low and ominous. "...You and I... we're going to have
so... much... fun."
She stood there for a solid five seconds. If I had had blood, it would
have frozen. She suddenly burst into a giggle, then gave me a peck on
my "cheek" and skipped away.
I couldn't move beyond wiggling my metal stalk-arm and whatever was
standing in for my neck, but I probably wouldn't have been able to even
if I had living parts. I was a robot. She was a robot. We were in a
computer lab somewhere within a crumbling building.
...Oh, holy shit. What year is this?
It was 2450, or something in the general area of 2450. Natsuko let it
slip on the third day we were together. For weeks, she would come in
daily and repair robot parts in front of me while she rambled on and on
about whatever was on her mind. A cloud that looked like a rabbit. A
neat piece of pavement she found. Life, and the natural order of the
universe in general, as understood by a girl with the IQ of a child.
"Child" isn't the best term to describe her -- she was a babbling,
narcissistic lunatic. About a week in, I realized that she wasn't
actually fixing anything she worked on, including me. She was just
fiddling with everything as she talked about herself. She would grab a
robotic arm covered in some kind of skin-like rubber, then pull back the
layer of rubber and tighten a screw, then un-tighten it, then tighten
it, then un-tighten another screw, then un-tighten the first screw
again, then tighten a third screw, then tighten the second, and on, and
on, and on.
Then there were her mood swings: erratic and savage, sometimes triggered
by some thought that upset her, but more often by nothing at all. An
episode would start when she would throw whatever she was working on
across the room and scream bloody murder. She scared me, and she
sometimes hit me in her tantrums, but she never hurt me. However, that
was only because I was without bones, skin, or organs, and couldn't feel
pain. The only thing I felt was fear.
It was a miracle that she had put any part of me together in the first
place... but, then again, I wasn't convinced my new body was her doing.
Another person who I rarely saw -- The Mistress -- would occasionally
call her from another room, and Natsuko would immediately go silent,
drop whatever she was fiddling with, and march out. Natsuko gave me no
details about her mysterious owner, other than that The Mistress created
her. I figured out that the lab I was in was just a storage area/junk
pile for The Mistress, while the real lab was somewhere outside.
I say I rarely saw The Mistress because I did see her, a few times. The
first time I saw her, I thought she was some weird intruder, covered in
so many layers of raggedy clothes that I wondered if there was even a
person under there. She -- I could only discern she was a "she" from
what Natsuko had told me -- shuffled over to a computer and sat down.
She was clearly lit by the screen, but a thick wool scarf and goggles
obscured her face. She didn't say anything or even acknowledge me --
she simply sat and worked for about an hour, then got up and left.
The second and third times I saw her were similarly unremarkable. The
fourth time, though... that was something else. I was asleep, and then
woke up to use the bathroom. When I realized where I was and what I
was, I wanted to laugh -- I couldn't use the bathroom, or eat, or
breathe, or anything! I lifted my head an received a rude shock: there
was The Mistress, standing right in front of me, silently staring at me.
I stared back -- it felt like a really bad idea, but I couldn't help
myself.
After about a minute, she spoke: "...Are you even alive in there?" she
muttered through her scarf. Though I couldn't determine her age, her
voice sounded as strained and tired as the weathered building around us.
After a few seconds, I overcame enough apprehension to slowly nod.
"...Huh," she said. "Huh-huh. Haaaa..." She bent over and twitched,
then threw her head back and let out a loud, cackling laugh. The sound
echoed across the room, and could surely be heard elsewhere through the
cracks in the walls.
As she sauntered out, I could hear her utter one final thing: "Sucks to
be you, then..."
A couple days after that, I discovered I could swivel.
At that point, I had gained a little more control of my robotic body
through force of will. I could shut down my "eyes" (i.e., optical
sensors), which allowed me to sleep at night without being kept awake by
the lights in the room. I could flex the shoulder and elbow of my left
"arm," even if I didn't have a hand. I could turn my head 180 degrees
side-to-side. I could even bend just below my chest, which allowed me
to see that I was not only wearing a humiliating sailor fuku myself, but
I also didn't have any legs. I only had a body above my waist, and that
had been mounted on a stationary metal pole. Below my waist, blue wires
extended out of me and down into a black box underneath the table behind
me. I wonder if that's where my brain is being kept, I thought.
So when I discovered I could swivel, it wasn't like I had been able to
do it already, and one day I discovered I could do it. I had gone to
sleep the night before, and the next morning, I found that someone had
removed my robotic body from its mount and put it on the end of a
double-jointed metal arm, the other end of which was bolted securely to
the table behind me. My body was light and the table was bolted to the
floor, so there was no risk of me ever tipping it over.
Before the arm was installed, I wasn't able to reach the black box.
After the arm was installed, I still couldn't reach it. After a couple
hours of studying the arm, I discovered that whatever processes were
allowing me to control this partial robot body would also allow me to
control the arm via hydraulics. By that night, I was able to swing
myself from side to side, across the length of the table.
The feeling of freedom that I had was short-lived, but most definitely
welcome. Natsuko wasn't smart enough to install this arm. But then,
who did? The Mistress? Why, after avoiding me for so long, was she
suddenly being nice to me? I didn't spend too long thinking about it.
Instead, I explored the table, poking and prodding at the gizmos and
electronics scattered across it. A robotic right forearm covered in
rubber skin was on the table, but I didn't know enough about robotics,
or even engineering, to attach it to myself. The more I explored, the
more I realized about how little I knew.
That got me thinking that maybe The Mistress wasn't showing me kindness.
Maybe she was just showing me how helpless I really was.
A while after that, the videos started to play.
It began one morning as Natsuko was toying with a small motor and
telling me all about a fascinating tree she saw that, hey, looks just
like me except it doesn't, and something else that was stupid. I
noticed that her voice started to fade, and something was blocking my
line of sight toward her. Slowly, something faded into the foreground.
It was a sigil of a half-sun, with jagged, metallic lines blazing out
from a bright orange semicircle on a red background. Below it were the
words "GARAMOND POLYTECHNIC UNIVERSITY INTERACTIVE INSTRUCTIONAL VIDEO
#1: INTRODUCTION TO ROBOTICS." Below that was a little green button
that said "PLAY."
I couldn't hear or see Natsuko at this point, and frankly, I felt
grateful for that. But what was this, and who put this here? I
thought, uh... play?
A man's voice suddenly spoke up from somewhere in my head: "This is
Garamond Polytechnic University," he said, "the leading online
university in robotics and network systems. This is the Interactive
Instructional Video Number 1: Introduction to Robotics. Part 1: The
Basics of Electromagnetism." I paid close attention as the man spoke at
length about the science of electricity and magnetism, and how they
factor into electronics and robotics. Diagrams and figures were flashed
before me. I found that by thinking stop, and rewind, I could play back
things that I missed or didn't understand the first time around.
Scattered throughout the unanticipated lesson were short quizzes that
tested what I had learned. I could make things appear in front of me
just by thinking about them, like numbers and letters, which helped when
the man asked me to solve equations.
The lesson came to an end many hours later. I was mentally exhausted,
and Natsuko was nowhere to be seen. The next day, a new video on
robotics started up, and I was put through a lesson that continued on
what I had learned the previous day. This continued for hours a day,
every day, for weeks. I was fine with it -- I would have been bored
otherwise, or pissed off over my shitty luck, or annoyed by Natsuko's
blathering.
Plus, I started to learn what those things on the table I was attached
to were. Slowly but surely, the robotic rubber-covered arm looked less
and less like some inconceivable piece of alien hardware and more like a
complex, but understandable, engineering curiosity. I spent my days
learning, and my nights tinkering. Natsuko didn't seem to notice as my
left arm grew longer and sprouted a simple metal claw, then gained more
fingers, then gained more dexterity. While this was happening, I gained
a right arm, and better optical sensors.
I didn't attach the robotic arm that was already on the table to my
body; instead, I used it to reach for another metal arm, which I affixed
to an adjoining side to the table. With a quick motion, I could swing
my robotic body from one arm to the other, giving myself even greater
mobility around the lab. I wanted to give myself legs, or at least
wheels so I could scoot around freely. With those wires underneath my
waist, though, I was limited to what I could put under there.
I had never stopped wondering just what those wires were connected to.
After I affixed my second metal arm, I adjusted it so that I could swing
down and take a closer look at the black box that I presumed stored my
brain. The more I studied it, though, the more it looked to me like a
power source that kept all my components running. Where was my brain,
then?
Once I finally got my claws on a mirror, I realized that it had been in
my head all along! Natsuko had stuck a red wig to the top of my
jawless, skull-like head, but after I peeled it off, I found my brain
nested underneath. It was housed in a smoky, liquid-filled plastic
bubble. Small input/output ports had been inserted into my gray matter,
allowing it to interface with my robot body. It was gruesome, sure, but
I didn't expect to look like a fashion model after 435 years (give or
take). At least my natural-born CPU was where it was supposed to be.
A couple things happened after I made that discovery. First, I learned
how to stop the lessons and minimize the lessons until a later time.
This gave me some much-needed rest from the constant (but still welcome)
lessons, along with extra time to experiment and build on my own.
Second, Natsuko started noticing that I wasn't paying attention to her
anymore. "Miki-chaaaan!" she moaned one fateful day. "Are you
listening?" My back was turned to her, and my attention was obviously
focused on my experiments on the table, so I wasn't. She had never,
ever tried to find out what I was thinking, so why should I have cared
about what she was thinking? "Miki-chan!" she barked, and threw a
robotic foot at me. It missed. She stood up and huffed. "Miki-chan!
You'd better listen to me, or I'll reset you!"
I looked up from my table and thought, you can do that? But... wait,
what do you mean by 'reset' me? Like, reset my power supply? That
would have killed me, which made her threat more real and more dangerous
than any she had made before.
I must have gotten my confusion through to her, because she said, "I'll
push your power button, like I have here!" She turned around and lifted
her sailor fuku. I saw something tiny, silvery, and round in the small
of her back. I leaned toward her. "Do you need a better look? Here!"
She shuffled backwards toward me and let me get a closer look. I had
explored my entire body, but I had never found such a button on myself.
"I'm super-duper serious, Miki-chan! If you don't start listening to
me-"
I pushed her button.
Natsuko suddenly went rigid, and fell forwards. Thinking quickly, I
grabbed her under her shoulders, then pulled myself back on my metal
arm. She was heavy, and it strained the arm to keep both her and myself
up, but it pulled inward just like I willed it. With some clumsy
fumbling, I managed to push her up onto my table, where she lay face-up.
She didn't move or speak or breathe. She never breathed since she was a
robot, but I temporarily wasn't in my right mind. I've broken The
Mistress' robot, I thought. She's going to come in here and dismantle
me, then destroy my brain... But as I thought about it, I calmed down.
Wait, that's not right. I see Natsuko in here every single day, but The
Mistress hasn't been in here for weeks. Why send her assistant in here
while she does work out there? The answer was obvious: The Mistress is
giving her busywork. She's not an assistant, she's a malfunctioning
android. I waited for someone to come rushing in to the room to her
rescue, but nobody did. She was just as much junk as anything else in
here.
...Crap, I thought, what does that make me?
Putting aside my reflections on my tragic situation for the time being,
I decided to take the opportunity to explore my annoying companion's
construction. I inspected her exposed right arm, studying the servos
and artificial musculature that made it move. My claws froze as I
traveled up her arm to her shoulder, coming dangerously close to her
breasts. Did I dare remove her sailor fuku? She's just machinery, I
thought. She's artificial. Not real.
I gently pulled off her tight fuku and the white panties she wore
underneath them, exposing her naked body. It felt weird and titillating
to explore her form. She was completely artificial, but The Mistress
had crafted her to look very anatomically accurate. I got a close look
at her creamy, smooth, soft rubber skin, her delicate curves and supple
mounds. She was short, probably a meager inch or two above five feet,
but she was lithe. I was turned on like crazy, and I couldn't do
anything about it. If I screwed her, it would've felt as immoral as
raping an unconscious woman, even if she was neither unconscious nor a
woman. It's not like I could, anyway: I didn't have genitalia, or a
sense of touch. I totally relied on sight and sound.
Instead, I focused on what I could discern about how she was made. Her
torso was fairly simple, although it came with a portable power supply
in her chest cavity that I wanted to try to build for myself. Her hands
were more dexterous than mine, but had parts that were smaller than
anything I could find or build with what I had. I peeled back the
rubber skin over her legs and studied them intently. There was so much
in her body that I wanted.
Then I moved up to her head. I pulled off her short brown wig and
gently peeled off her rubber face, exposing the robotic skull below.
After some unscrewing, I removed the topmost plate of her skull,
exposing her brain. It wasn't a biologic brain like mine -- it was an
artificial computer brain, with chips and boards instead of lobes. My
brain and her brain were similarly housed in clear plastic bubbles,
however, with similar input/output ports. It almost looks like we could
be interchangeable, I thought.
Wait... could we?!
The idea seemed too ridiculous to be possible. Could I place my brain
into her body? I wouldn't be able to rely on anyone else for help, so
if it didn't work or something went wrong, I'd be shit out of luck. I
unplugged her computer brain from her skull and put it aside, then I
explored the inside of her head. The ports in her skull were on the
ends of retractable wires that I could pull out by as much as two feet.
I figured I could run the wires from the ports within her skull to ports
attached to my own brain while maintaining connections with my own body.
At that point, I'd be controlling two bodies at once, and putting my
brain in her body would then just be a matter of unplugging my brain
from my own body.
Holy shit... I can totally do this.
I pulled the retractable wires out of her skull, one at a time, as far
as I could, then set about very carefully connecting them to ports in my
brain. I felt a little spark as each connection was made. I hope this
body meets my power requirements, I thought, before realizing how
strange that sounded. Soon, she was making little automatic squeaks
with each new connection made. Her body still retained some autonomous
functionality, although it needed a CPU -- a brain -- to work properly.
After I made the last connection, she let out a little gasp.
"...Master operator not found," she said, which surprised me. "Please
load operator." She looked up, and our eyes met. "Master operator not
found. Please load operator. Do you mean me?"
I was taken aback. "Oh, my God!" she said, mimicking exactly what I was
thinking. "This is amazing!! So cool!! Uh!!" I focused my willpower
on shutting down my own body, starting with my eyes, then the systems
running my arms and chest. As I did so, the only place my brain
received input from was her. Once I turned off my eyes, I could see out
hers. Once my arms were off, I lifted hers into the air. I wiggled her
fingers and smiled.
As my old robot body teetered, I used Natsuko's arms to reach up and
grab my own brain. I very carefully dislodged it from its mount within
its old skull. Natsuko's wires retracted as I held my brain and
delicately pushed it into the cavity in her head. I heard a satisfying
series of chirps and clicks as my brain plugged into her skull.
"Operator loaded," I heard her say. "New master operator detected.
Please confirm." I didn't know what to do. "Please confirm."
Uh... yes? There is a new master operator?
"Master operator confirmed." There was a soft purr from Natsuko's body
as it rebooted. Within a minute, I sat up.
"...Oh, my God!" I said, in her voice. "Uh!" I reached down and
fumbled with the top plate of her skull, then slowly and carefully
screwed it back into place. "It fits! It actually fits!" I touched
her skinless face with her hands, then groped her body. Although I
didn't have a real sense of touch, I could feel some pressure in her
rubber skin and artificial muscles. I pulled her rubber face back onto
her head and looked in the mirror to make sure her ears, eyes, nose, and
mouth were in place, then I put her wig back on.
I slowly lowered her feet to the floor and wobbled. It had literally
been centuries since I last took a step. Here I was, though, standing
and walking in an android girl's body that I had stolen. I smiled
broadly as I practiced -- this felt great! I was finally free of my
broken-down robot body! I was in a female android, sure, but I was
free!
I laughed out loud and spun in circles. I hopped around, I touched
myself, I felt more alive than I had ever felt before. "I'm Natsuko
now!" I whispered to myself in amazement. I'm a Japanese android girl
named Natsuko!
...Oh, my gosh, I can't tell anyone what I've done! Except...
I looked at Natsuko's old robot brain and grinned. I felt as wicked as
the Wicked Witch of the West. With a screwdriver and my quick new
fingers (my fingers!), I removed my old robot body's arms, then plugged
it back into its old stationary metal pole. I plugged Natsuko's old
brain into the body, then covered it with the red wig.
All the power connections were in place. Within a minute, my old robot
body booted back up. The head turned left, then right, then looked
straight at me. It started shaking and squirming, then squirmed faster
and harder. "...Natsuko," I said clearly in her voice. "Natsuko." She
wouldn't stop squirming. "Natsuko-chan!" I said loudly.
She stopped squirming so hard, but she did shake a little. Poor thing,
I thought. Poor dumb, crazy, violent thing. I looked around the room
and found an old stereo speaker. With it, I was able to hook up audio
output to my old robot body. "This is a gift I never got," I told her.
"I hope you enjoy it."
At first there was static, which overlaid a strange whining noise. As I
tuned the speaker, I realized that her voice was the strange whining
noise. "Miki-chaaaan! Is that you?!" she squealed over the speaker.
"In the flesh!" I said, standing up. "In your flesh!"
"Miki-chaaaan!! Give me back my body!!"
I mockingly twisted and turned, looking over my new skin and legs.
"Hmmm... no. I'm going to keep this body."
"But you can't! You're not me! You're you! You're Miki-chan!"
I smiled contemptuously. "No, I'm not. From now on, I'm Natsuko and
you're Miki-chan."
She let out a little squeak of indignity. "Natsu- I mean, Miki-
chaaaaan!!"
I put my arms around her shoulders and looked into her optical sensors.
"Miki-chan... I'm a human being. You're a robot. You have to listen to
everything I tell you, correct? It's in your programming." I only
guessed it was in her programming.
"...Ah! Mmm... yes, but... you're... not alive! You're dead!"
I scowled. "What do you mean, I'm dead?"
"When The Mistress found your brain in an abandoned building, she
brought it back because she thought she could use it as a computer.
Human brains are really, really super-duper good computers, better than
anything that can be made with a machine. She wanted to use it to do
maths and run robots 'n stuff. But... a human brain doesn't need anyone
inside to make it do those things, or that's what The Mistress said at
first!"
"Anyone inside?"
"Yeah, a... a person! Thinky bits! Seeing, and touching, and... and
feeling..."
"...Are you talking about consciousness?"
"Yeah! Your brain was so old, she thought there's no way it contains a
conk... a consiz... a cogniz... a conk... o'clock-"
"-You're saying she thought I was just dead gray matter that she could
turn into a... a glorified calculator?! That's sick!"
"She knows how to do it, but she's never gotten the chance. When she
plugged you into Miki-chan, though, you didn't work."
"But then I did work! She just left me in here to rot!! Why'd she do
that?!"
Miki-chan shrugged her shoulders and mumbled, "I dunno."
I balled my fist. "Well, I'm gonna get her back for that! I don't know
how, but I'll figure it out!"
"But she saved you! You came back to life as Miki-chan, and now you're
Natsuko-sama, and you're gonna give me new arms, and we'll all be one
big happy-!" I unplugged the speaker, cutting off her voice.
She's out there, I thought as I stared at the door that led out of the
room. Out there is The Mistress, the woman who knew I was alive in here
and kept me prisoner for months, who mocked me and threatened me all
that time. I put my sailor fuku and panties on, then took big steps to
the door and opened it.
I'm going to get you back, Mistress. And then it will suck to be you.
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