A brilliant scientist (God) has infinite resources at his disposal (omnipotence). He creates a lab (Eden). The lab is boring by itself, so he makes two little robots and programs them (Adam and Eve). He doesn't want the robots to download certain programs (apple) from his computer (tree of knowledge), but nevertheless gives them the programming necessary to do so anyway (freedom to choose).

Eventually one of the robots downloads the forbidden programs. The scientist gets really upset with his robots and throws them out of his lab. He makes a new lab (Earth), and puts them there. This new lab is filled with spiked pits, swinging axes, etc. (natural disasters). The scientist makes new robots (the human race), and, since the first two robots made a mistake, he makes all his new robots with flaws. He does this by hard-coding the basic programming for how to destroy other robots (murder), to send them false information about the lab (lie), to make new robots on their own without his consent (um, pre-marital sex?), to take parts from other robots without asking (theft), to think about other scientists (worship other gods), etc. The new robots are also given several lines of code that tell them NOT to follow their hard code, but are these few lines can given a low priority and can be written whenever the robot feels the need, as dictated by the hard code.

Finally, the scientist adds a small room with two doors and a repair center. One leads back to the first lab (Heaven), the other to a machine that perpetually fries and repairs the circuits of the robots that enter it.

A typical day in the scientist's lab:

The scientist sat in his chair, scanning the huge wall of TV screens like he always did. Things were just like they were yesterday: robots attacked each other, ripped capacitors and integrated circuits from their fellows for their own use, and told other robots an area was safe when it really contained a trash compactor.

One particular screen caught his attention. It was a damaged robot, and it was slowly sliding down an incline into a fire pit. This little robot had always believed the scientist was the greatest and the only scientist, and that he could do anything to help him. Suddenly a light starts flashing on the scientist's control panel, and he hits a switch, activating the associated audio channel. It was the endangered robot calling:

"Scientist! Scientist! Please save me! I've always been a good little robot, ignoring your bad programming and trying to get to the good door, please help me!"

The scientist sat in his chair, his eyes shifting from the fire pit's off button and the viewscreen, as the robot plummeted into the fires. He felt a wave of grief hit him. He hated it when his robots were destroyed. Oh well.

He sat back to take a deep breath when another button began to buzz. He pressed it, and the main viewer focused on another robot. This one sat still on the floor, its power supply had lasted longer than it was designed for and had finally failed. The scientist teleported the dead robot to the repair center. Using technology that the small computers of the robots could never hope to understand, robotic arms quickly replaced its power supply and reactivated it. He then turned on the intercom and spoke directly to the robot.

"Robot," he said, "you have broken the rules of your rewrite-able code, and chosen the wrong path for your existence. You will now suffer the consequences for all eternity."

"Wait!" The robot couldn't understand why he was being destroyed...again. "If I'm not supposed to choose wrong, why can I choose at all? Wouldn't more straight-forward code be better?"

"No," the scientist replied. "I want you to make decisions on your own." He pressed another button, opening the door to the torture machine.

"Wait! Wait!" The robot remained confused. "If you want me to choose, why am I punished for choosing what forms the core of my being?"

"Silence!" The scientist had had enough of these questions. "I am The Scientist, your Fabricator! You have failed to ignore your default programming, failed to follow your contradictory and easily altered code, and for this you will suffer!"

He slammed the big red button and the robot was sucked into the jaws of the machine. The heavy door closed behind it with a thunderous finality. Back in his main lab, the scientist stood up and rubbed his eyes. He took one last look at the danger-filled lab of the robots before putting the system on auto-monitor. The state of the lab always hurt him. He couldn't understand why his robots did such horrible things to each other, why they ignored his rules. He loved them so much, and it hated when he had to destroy one. He looked around his own lab, and sighed. There were no robots in the room; none of them had ever come through the correct door. Didn't any of them want to be with him? He was the greatest scientist ever didn't they recognize that? As he went got into bed and drifted off into sleep, he reminded himself that one of these days he would destroy all of the disobedient robots, then make all new ones and put them in a perfect lab. Despite his incredible intelligence, it never occurred to him that, with the highly advanced facility at his disposal, he could just reprogram all his existing robots and not have to destroy any of them. Maybe, deep down inside, he never wanted them to obey him anyway.

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