Mellisa’s POV
“I didn’t program you to hit people,” I said, staring at the robot that stood silently in front of me. Its glassy eyes blinked twice, almost as if it understood my words and felt a tinge of guilt.
The lab was quiet with only the soft hum of machines breaking the silence. The innovation conference was over, but the echo of that moment where the robot’s punch landed squarely on Tony’s face still replayed in my head.
I couldn’t wrap my mind around it as that wasn’t in the code I programmed it.
Robot Dearie lowered its head slightly, like a child caught in the act of doing something wrong. Its metal hands folded together in front of it as if it was trying to apologize without words.
I sighed, rubbing the bridge of my nose. “You’re supposed to protect, not attack. What got in
