Robotic cloning is hard. It's not an easy work as the schools make it in the federation sector of space. We worked on these things, planting harddrives of what we wanted on them. A handyman's robotic sequences. Maid bots for those disabled to clean for themselves.Creating more numbers for war. Someone's memories. Religion made this an illegal action of business. We still do for those who do believe this could help or of business
A man of high power came to us to build an army. He wasn't a man, but one of an old model of we made long ago. Unit 63. I could tell, his robotic eyes were marked with the number. He wanted an army of ambitious intentions. An army to only obey his command. He left with the words "Make them like me," as he left a limb of his unit type. An arm. Slim like a human's, but stronger and sturdier.
We did as we were told as I handed the arm to one of the command bots of ours. Make them like me, he says. He didn't specify how many he wanted, but he wanted an army. We will give him 15 hundred units. A fitting number for a platoon of warriors.
Constructed the models from the arm as they got built. The parts and blueprints were made and printed. Just screws and bolts for repairs. A repair kit if want to call it. I made several of them for each droid.
The first one made was a scrap of the rest of them. Missing only his right arm. I kept him. He seemed spacial to me. A Dorid knocked on my door; seemed it was coming to give me a message from my former client. "A word from Mr. Noigel," it said as oil and rust covered my face and shirt. I he gave me a letter, sealed in a wax stamp. I opened to see a small software device inside. "A memory chip for a general, to command the troops," it said. I carefully said what I could. It ran off with a polite bow as it flew away in its ship.
A memory chip? "I shall do what he says as long as I get the money," I thought to myself. As soon as the production was done, I grabbed the arm from the fabricator and planted it carefully in the first and only mistake made by the production line. I put the chip in his software and he woke with a gasp. "Where am I?" he said.
"You? You are home."