Rewirings

"Doctor Chaucer, the robot needs you in the emergency unit."

The many footsteps that reverberated throughout the corridor got closer and closer to me.

It was a group of Fixers, claiming to be of the best assistance to me, or that they will be.

I pushed them aside and told them, "He only needs a jolt. I don't need any help."

It was a hospital that housed all types of sentience.

The robots and the humans were sitting side-by-side in the waiting room.

Medicine was a field that went beyond organic beings, but now involved the study of any one with a consciousness.

Basic robot anatomy. Human heartbeats. Robot rotors. Every med student needed to learn the basics of both.

I was a Fixer. A colloquialism to refer to Robot Specialists.

I walked into the emergency unit, expecting it to be empty. But 'lo, a man was sitting by the side of the Robot, holding his hand with his right hand, although the other hand busied itself playing with his hair.

"Both of these people look like they need some serious rewiring", I thought.