Role of the Dice

“FACKORFFFF!” - he leant forward stretching his neck, revealing tendons, face red, mouth wide. “FACKORR-GMPHH!” - suddenly his head was replaced with a giant

die. Dr. Fackorff laughed. "Results positive for individual 5," he noted in his journal. He gathered all 5 of his subjects—all of whom had their heads replaced by dice—& lead them to a velvet lined room, locking them inside. "Now," he called through a speaker, "I want a Yahtzee!"

“Are we just playthings to you, ‘doctor’? I use that title very loosely, note. We are human beings, capable of so much more than producing random numbers. In fact, that is one thing we are quite poor about. We aren’t random at all!”

“On their own, yes. But human action paired with other inputs can produce something approximating true randomness. You’ve got to think of the bigger picture, of longer timescales and diverse data. We’re fighting entropy here.”

“Entropy my foot,” said Ethel. “What about human compassion? Did you ever think of that? No, I’m betting you haven’t. You never have, in fact.”

It hurt so bad because Ethyl was plainly right. She’d known me all these years, before the patents, before the money. I decided right then to pull the plug on all planned thought control projects and exotic animal trials. Humanity wasn’t worth saving if there was non left in me.