Occasionally, people would request to have their brain made into a Brain Bot. First, their brain is completely scanned. The information gained from this is used for the CPU. Then, when the person dies, brain tissue is taken from their corpse and put into the robot. These personal Brain Bots are limited edition and are ussually given to children or grandchildren. It's a way for the essence of a person to live on. A few rare people even have one tiny sliver of their brain taken out when they are still alive, so that they can have a replica of themselves to talk to. Some people consider Brain Bots a desecration of the dead, a sign that the planet is losing it's sanity.
Harry eventually immunized himself to the work, used zen meditation techniques so that he went to work and with the snap of a finger it's ten hours later, time to go home. He wasted ten years of his life there. Brain Bots became the hot new toy for the young and old. They come in different varieties now. Housewife. Husband. Newlywed. Old Man. Child. Prisoner. Warden. Crack Addict. Serial Killer. President. Around the five year mark of his employment with Gringer Limited, he received a Brain Bot as an incentive from the company. It was the Whore edition. You can go on the Internet and find out whose brain the CPU was based on. The brain slivers are still there, but they're just for show now.
Harry found the obituary of his Whore edition Brain Bot on the Internet. Her name was Geena Pugmire, it says. She was born in Iowa, it says. She dropped out of college after developing a crack habit, it says. She worked as a prostitute in L.A. to pay for crack. She recovered from her crack addiction at the Betty Ford Clinic. Even so, she had nowhere to go. Her parents disowned her. And then she found out that she was pregnant. So for $2,000,000, to be put into a trust fund for her unborn child, she gave her brain to Gringer Ltd. To make a truly superior Brain Bot, the brain must be destroyed in the process. After she had her child, she gave her life for it's future. The procedure was done on an off-shore oil rig, so that it wouldn't be in U.S. juristiction. All of this Harry read on the Internet. She had brown hair and hazel eyes, it says. And she's now available for you to own, for the low, low price of $99.99. Hurry while supplies last.
Harry's Geena Pugmire edition Brain Bot talked to him about metaphysics. He talked to her about her desicion to become thousands of Brain Bots. She talked to him about her life. She helped him cope with his job. He grew to love her. Then, five years after he had received her, she died. He was talking to her about how his boss berated him, and she just stopped. The gauge on the side of her said that her batteries were fully charged, and she still had oil. He called the hospital, but they just laughed at him. He called customer support, and they told him that he should consult his warranty.
That night, Harry drove over to the plant and set fire to it. He watched as the tanks of oil and gas exploded, causing the east wall to collapse in on the robotics. The fire rose as it consumed two month's worth of packaging. The paint on Harry's car began to melt from the heat. He didn't care. When the first fire truck came, Harry pulled out his pistol. It had been his grandfather's, a souvenir from the civil war. Harry put the gun in his mouth. He pulled the trigger and sent blood, bone, cartilidge, flesh, and brain tissue flying into the night sky.