When I opened my eyes, I was in a stark white meeting room. I had been expecting a torture chamber smelling of rusted metal and mold, but this was probably the most terrifying room in the entire scientific facility.
The meeting room had a U-shaped table, and I was sitting in the depression in the middle of it. A projector was hanging over my head. Chairs were lined up one after another around the table, and the corners of the room were decorated with what were clearly plastic flowers. There was a window on the right side of the room, but the blinds were drawn.
The problem was that I was stark naked, sitting on the chair at the very back of the room. The robots had probably deemed me dangerous and, just to be safe, had taken my clothes. I guess moral values must have completely disappeared by the year 2852, as they didn't even see fit to give me a blanket to cover myself. 'What do robots know about that sort of thing!'
My hands were tied to a hovering chair, but my feet were free. I could use my feet to move the chair in any direction I wanted. A normal person would have been looking for ways to escape the room. But I, to hide 'Little Mehmet,' had gotten as close as I could to the table and tucked my lower half underneath.
I wanted to whistle from anxiety, but even the songs in my head were changing. Being stark naked was putting me at a serious psychological disadvantage.
I had just shouted into the empty room, 'Hello?' 'Is anyone there?'
I just stood there for a while longer, not knowing what to do. I whistled a rhythm, stared at the ceiling, tried to see something through the blinds…
Finally, the door to the room opened and a woman came in. Her light brown, sparsely wavy hair, which fell to her shoulders, gave her an incredibly natural look. Her slightly swollen eyelids were accustomed to tiredness. Her green eyes looked tired. Her skin looked smooth and incredibly healthy. When she entered the room, there was a slightly sly smile on her thick lips; until I saw that smile, I could have sworn the woman was soulless.
Underneath her white lab coat, she wore a gray, extremely tight and short blouse. The blouse, worn without a bra, elegantly revealed her figure. Because of the blouse's short length, part of her stomach was visible and the edges of her underwear were slightly visible. Below that, she wore a pair of black, baggy pants.
Did she look like a scientist? Since I hadn't seen many scientists, it was hard for me to say. But it was an undeniable fact that the woman was beautiful.
The woman had glasses in the pocket of her lab coat. While she was taking them out and putting them on her eyes, she was also reading the papers in her hand. Of course, I was looking at the woman with admiration, thinking about how far technology had come.
'First, my name is Doctor Sharon Lara. Call me Doctor Lara. Your name is Mehmet and you are the captain of the KF-15, correct?'
'I prefer to call it the 'Falcon.''
'Are you the owner of the VFA-210?'
'My drone assistant Jose? He is a very close friend of mine. How is he doing now, I wonder?'
The woman made a frustrated face at me over the top of her glasses. I felt like I had been scolded by the raised eyebrows she gave me, which was a perfect thing. The realism of the design in front of me left my mouth agape.
'There's a small aquamarine-colored creature…'
'Aquamarine? You mean blue? His name is Hulk, and yes… he's with me.'
'That creature has no Xenobiological Creature Index.'
'I don't know what that is, but… I can say that our Hulk is a unique creature in his own right.'
The woman was muttering to herself, rubbing her temple as she thought.
'You've claimed to be a Bioethics Oversight Inspector.'
'I am.'
'Why would an inspector like that carry a creature like this with them?'
'Would you believe me if I told you he ran away from a scientist who was sexually abusing him?'
'Why is the VFA-210 unconscious?'
'Jose? His memory suddenly filled up. I don't understand it either.'
'Why did you bomb our facility?'
'There was a malfunction in the ship.'
'According to the logs, there was no malfunction until the ship landed on the runway.'
'The malfunction in the ship is related to Jose's fainting…'
'Who is Jose?'
'The drone assistant…'
'What kind of a connection are we talking about here?'
'Jose was piloting our ship. I don't know how to pilot a ship.'
'If you don't know how to pilot a ship, then how did you become a Bioethics Oversight Inspector?' she said, crossing her arms. She was tapping her fingers on her arm in a rhythmic fashion out of anger.
'I became one 400 years ago, I don't remember much. My memory isn't very good anyway.'
'Get the f*ck out of here!' she said, hitting the table with her hands. The entire table trembled. The paper in her hand must have been a hologram, because it vanished as soon as she hit the table. It was easy to say that the woman was even more beautiful when she was angry. Especially when she swore… These kinds of angry and sweet women, especially if they swear, could easily steal the hearts of men like me. It was a genius design.
'How tall are you?' I had asked. The woman straightened up as if she was surprised and said:
'167 cm. Why do you ask?'
'Amazing!'
'What's amazing?'
'A perfect gourmet height… Whoever designed you was an incredible genius. I've never seen a person with such good taste in my life. If it's possible, I would love to meet the genius who designed you.'
'What are you talking about?' the woman said with a look of disgust.
'After I take care of all this, I'm going to have a huge fortune. And I'm going to need friends to spend that fortune with. You know?' I winked at the woman. Why did I do that? Goddammit. 'Whoever designed you can probably set me up with some really good robot friends. Your facial expressions are incredible, your height is a gourmet choice, your figure isn't too over the top, which is what most men prefer.' I could see the woman's face getting red. I was thinking to myself: 'She's being praised, and now she's putting on a show? Trying to show off the quality of her design.'
At that moment, the woman looked at her own breasts, and then she looked at me.
'What was I saying… Um… To say your figure isn't over the top might be a bit of a kind way to put it. You don't have a very pronounced figure, and I'm attributing that to your designer's taste. I'm thinking of asking for a slightly larger and more mature model.' Before I could finish my sentence, I got a pretty hard slap on the face.
Friends… I told you before about how when the robot hit me, I first felt the human-like skin and then the metal underneath, didn't I? This time, I felt the human-like skin, but the next thing I felt was flesh. The slap on my face was hard and the sound of it echoed throughout the room, but it wasn't even as hard as a robot's touch. I wasn't stunned by the slap itself. I was frozen by what the slap made me feel. When I turned to the woman, my face stinging and a huge handprint on it, I saw her looking at me with disgust, as if I were a bug.
'You're not a robot…' I said, my mouth agape.
'What robot, you animal! You're not a human either!' the woman said, and she spat on my face. At that moment, I wanted to crawl under the ground from embarrassment. Until then, my nakedness hadn't bothered me at all, but all of a sudden, it felt as if I had just become naked, and I was trying to cover my sensitive areas with my hands. With the spittle sliding down my forehead, I said:
'Uh… I'm sorry!'
'Shut the fck up, you son of a btch! Security!'