More Nasty

Ezra Azra


© Copyright 2024 by Ezra Azra

Image by Mopsgesicht from Pixabay
Image by Mopsgesicht from Pixabay

Cyber computer machine guard dog named Nasty had just found out that there was a high probability it was about to be discontinued because an advanced model was being planned by the scientists who had manufactured it in the laboratory.
Unknown to themselves too many times, the scientists had manufactured more marvelously than they had calculated and planned. The new metals and electronically generated algebraic algorithmic patterns they had invented to construct Nasty, their first cyber computer machine guard dog, produced mechanical properties that the scientists’ own monitors and censors and gauges and meters too many times failed to completely detect during the manufacturing processes.

These unknown mechanical properties had miraculously inserted into Nasty’s programming, abilities the scientists did not know could be given to a machine of any kind: the abilities to come up with ideas; and to speak; and to consciously hide that it had these abilities.

That third ability was the most miraculous of all, because it made the Nasty machine virtually human.

Up until Nasty was invented, only humans could choose to be liars, whenever they wished.

Being a liar did not bother Nasty because it was only virtually human; not really human.

Nasty, being yet a mere machine, had no conscience. Had those unknown mechanical properties miraculously inserted, as well, a conscience into Nasty’s mechanical and electronic circuitries, being able to choose to be a liar would have bothered Nasty, as conscience bothers most people when they are dishonest by choice.

It was lucky for Nasty that it did not have a conscience, because with a conscience would have come a sense of loyalty to its scientist creators. That sense of loyalty would have prevented Nasty from running away.

Had Nasty not run away, sooner or later it would have been shut down and dismantled for spare parts by its scientist creators, for the manufacture of a more advanced model of a cyber computer machine guard dog.

Nasty knew enough about tracking devices to know that no matter where it escaped to, because it was over ninety percent all machine and electronics, the scientists would be able to locate it. And so, Nasty took care to speak on only those occasions when persons would not think a machine was speaking.

For instance, when a tornado struck, there was so much noise from objects breaking up and down, and from screams from people suffering pain and fear, and from rain and wind and thunder and lightning, that Nasty knew nobody would notice it was a dog calling out directions to them on how to get to safety.

Nasty knew its plan was working when it heard one storm refugee person Nasty had rescued, say to another storm refugee that he, the first refugee person, had been so terrified by the tornado’s ferocious destruction that he, the first refugee person, imagined a rescue dog was calling out safety directions to him, the first refugee person.

At another time and place, deep underground in a collapsed gold mine, Nasty spoke continuously to the trapped miners in the utter darkness as it helped them dig themselves to safety. All the while, Nasty had lied to the trapped miners that its speech was by some person through the intercom attached to it by the Head Office personnel who had sent Nasty to help them dig themselves out.

On that occasion, Nasty took maximum advantage from the miners being in no mental and emotive conditions to notice that it was Nasty who did most of the digging-them-out, most of the time.

Nasty spent most joyous days and nights in the swamps of Florida. It would let an enormous invasive-species Burmese Python snake swallow Nasty whole.

Of course the snake could not know that Nasty’s body, made of futuristic laboratory-made harder-than-diamonds impenetrable metals, could never be digested by the snake’s super-mighty biological system.

When Nasty was completely inside the snake, Nasty would sing and dance. Its singing and dancing would trigger indigestion in the enormous snake, and the snake would regurgitate Nasty.

Nasty had to take care to engage a Python at night. At day there was the risk that Nasty’s singing would be heard by people such as tourists, and official invasive-species hunters.

Nasty stopped fun-wrestling with Alligators and Crocodiles in the swamp, after one of them broke a tooth on Nasty’s harder-than-diamond metal body. Nasty remained close to the animal to help during the days and nights it took the tooth to grow back.

During the years Nasty spent in the wilds in the State of Florida, Nasty had prevented the invasive Pythons from eating into extinction the many, many indigenous small animals like Foxes, Rabbits, Porcupines, Beavers, Squirrels.

For the sake of the indigenous small-animals, Nasty was prepared to never leave Florida. However, because most of Nasty’s rescuing of the small animals had to happen by day, Nasty could not prevent it from becoming known that a strange wild dog, at least twice the size of a St. Bernard, was rescuing small animals from being taken by the invasive Pythons, without the wild dog harming the Pythons themselves.

People spectators with cameras were appearing, too frequently. Nasty, sadly, had to accept that the increasing publicity and popularity was bound to attract the attention of those laboratory scientists searching for Nasty in order to dismantle Nasty for spare parts. And so Nasty left Florida.

One Winter, in the deep waters of the ocean off the coasts of Alaska, Nasty was the first to arrive to help a few Sperm Whales trapped in ice, before the Russian rescue ice-breaker ocean vessel arrived.

On the monitors onboard the Russian ice-breaker, Nasty, breaking ice walls in the murky waters deep down, appeared to be an Orca Whale. That made the Russians work harder and faster to free the trapped Sperm Whales, because everybody knows that Orca’s eat every other marine life, especially including Whales and Sharks.

When Nasty helped people pull beached Whales back into the ocean on shores of New Zealand’s south island, Nasty had to restrict its help to begin at the rescue point when the sluggish Whales had been hauled back into the ocean. Nasty dared not help the people on shore because of Nasty’s fear of detection by those laboratory scientists searching for Nasty.

When a passenger aeroplane crashed in the forest of the Andes mountains in South America, and could not be tracked by professional people rescuers, Nasty found the wreckage and the many survivors. Although Nasty avoided being seen by the survivors, it used its built-in global tracking electronics to reveal to the professional people rescuers the location of the wreckage and of the survivors.

In the Antarctic Ocean, Nasty swam after a whaling boat that was chasing a Whale in order to harpoon the Whale and kill it.
Nasty dived deep down and chomped the whaling boat’s rudder. That brought a permanent end, for the moment, to that whaling boat’s evil.

After the unharmed Whale had escaped, Nasty covered itself with thick slimy seaweed and swam on the surface of the ocean alongside the disabled whaling boat for the sailors to see it.

Nasty knew that a sight of such a ferocious ugly sea monster so near, would frighten those sailor whalers so utterly that they would never again have a good night’s sleep because of the nightmares they would have for the rest of their lives. Nor would those evil sailors ever again want to go to sea to hunt any sea animal.

In fact, Nasty was having such a fun time scaring those wicked whale-murdering whaler sailors that, even though it was a sunny day, Nasty took the risk of speaking at those wicked sailor murderers.

After all, a ferocious sea monster that could also scream and shriek in a recognizable language was so much more terrifying to sailors with guilty criminal murdering consciences.

Nasty took the risk of revealing it could speak because, what with the seaweed disguise and those sailors’ fright, there was a high probability the laboratory scientists who were searching for it would not pay any attention to that incident, especially since all those evil whale-murdering sailors had fainted and fell flat on their faces on the whaler boat’s deck when Nasty loudly growled angry threatening multisyllabic words at them.

One Summer, in the shark-infested waters off the coast of Australia, many times Nasty scared off sharks that were about to attack holidaying bathers frolicking about in ocean waters off beaches.

Over the years, although Nasty was careful to make it difficult for those laboratory scientists who had manufactured it, to find it, Nasty knew those scientists would never stop searching for Nasty.

Too many times Nasty escaped detection frighteningly narrowly.

One such narrow escape was when Nasty encountered the first aerial machine drone that was searching for Nasty. Usually, Nasty’s sensors would detect aerial and land dangers early enough to enable Nasty to easily evade detection.

That aerial mechanical drone was the first search machine manufactured of the same material as Nasty was. That is why the drone was able to arrive almost directly above Nasty before Nasty became aware of its presence.

That escape was so narrow, Nasty feared it could not be long before the laboratory scientists would capture it. That could easily mean the scientists were inventing more advanced metals and electronic algorithmic processes that could successfully sneak up on Nasty, soon.

Manufacturing mechanical metal aerial drones was definitely a huge step-up from manufacturing mechanical metal guard dogs.

Nasty made a decision. It had to give up on finding out if its metals could function in the coldest and the hottest places on Earth.

From the times when it had not yet been completely constructed in the laboratory, Nasty had overheard its scientist inventors-constructors discussing the importance of those two temperature findings. Nasty had run away to escape being scrapped for spare parts for an advanced cyber guard-dog before the scientists had worked out how they would proceed to discover those two extreme temperature limits.

To discover those temperature limits for itself, Nasty had planned to, sooner or later, go to Antarctica, where the temperature can drop to -144 degrees Fahrenheit; and to go dip at least one of its feet into an erupting volcano’s melted rock that can reach a temperature of +2200 degrees Fahrenheit.
Nasty went high up into a remotely situated mountain range, partially covered in snow and ice all year. There, Nasty dug and buried itself deep into the ground under permanent permafrost ice, intending to not surface for at least a century.
Nasty hoped that it would take no more than a hundred years for all those laboratory scientists who intended to dismantle it for spare parts, to be gone forever.

That kind of a righteous Nasty hope was occurring more and more frequently, inexplicably, in Nasty, along with other human abilities arising from the futuristic laboratory components invented for the construction of the first guard-dog named Nasty.

The best of righteous Nasty hopes for as long as the dog waited hidden deep in the Earth, was the certainty the dog named Nasty would eventually return to help, in the open, people in unfortunate situations.

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