A man has a dream, a vision to see the world through eternal eyes. Dr. Heisler, roboticist, funds Project Human to advance the human race. After funding is diminished, he takes drastic measures and uploads a human awareness into a mobile robotic construct.
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“I can’t believe that’s it. Growing up, granddad was always around….Guess I’ll just have to keep his memory alive, you know?” Greta cried. “Steven? Are you even listening to me?”
“Hm?”
Doctor Steven Heisler and his girlfriend of the past seven months, Greta, stood outside the funeral home. Appropriately, it was a dreary day—cold and windy. Greta’s red, teary eyes twitched in fury. Heisler, as usual, was a million, emotional miles away.
“I just lost my grandfather! What the Hell is wrong with you? You can’t even give me your attention?”
“Honey, I heard every word. I don’t know what I’m supposed to say here.”
“Gee, I don’t know, how about; it’ll be all right, I’m here for you. I love you,” she huffed.
He just looked at her with a staid expression. Greta was a beautiful woman even in mourning with her smile lines and button nose.
“Don’t you believe in God,” he asked.
“What? You know I do. So what?” she accused. “Is this your way of mocking my religious beliefs?”
“That isn’t it at all,” he clarified. “Your beliefs tell you this man has moved on to a better place, Heaven, and there, he rests in the glory of God. Why would you be sad about that?”
“Oh my God…I can’t even look at you right now, Steven. I mean, you really don’t get it, that I have a hole in my heart? My beloved grandfather, a man I, I, I can’t even comprehend a life without him. He’s gone. I’m sad, Steven, because I’m never going to see him again,” she explained in disbelief.
Again he just looked at her. An old couple approached during their exchange.
“Greta, honey,” her father called. “Why don’t you ride home with us?”
“Here,” she yelled, throwing a set of keys at Heisler. “Thanks, Dad.”
He didn’t catch the keys. They bounced off his black coat and jingled on hitting the concrete. Greta’s father glared at him. Heisler didn’t mind. They’re just acting out based on emotions…everyone does that.
He bent over, snatched the keys then made his way to the Ford Expedition. He climbed in, but waited a few minutes for the crowds to disperse. All these people, all of them, they’re only acting like they feel these particular ways. So what if her grandfather is dead? She didn’t act like this when she got the call, no she was ‘in shock’ then, days later, miraculously, she’s sad. Ridiculous.
Most everyone left. He turned the key then started the drive home. His phone rang about a mile down the road. Using the hands free device, he answered.