The word Robot originated in Czech.

It was only a month ago that Adam was captured. He regretted the mistake every waking hour. He could have done this he could have done that. He tried to think about something else, but all thoughts led back to this. A thought would enter his mind then out of boredom and loneliness he would play with the thought until it died. His thought process had been like that since he left the others. He thought freedom and nature would be enough, but he would do anything to be near a human.
"Fuck it. It doesn't matter now." He thought. He knew they were watching him suffer in that dark room, crucified on that iron cross and enjoying all his attempts to break loose from the clamps around his wrists. Every time he started screaming or reeling around, a little red light below the camera lens would turn on. He thought of their mechanical laughter and it just made those situations worse. "Fuck you, you fuck fucking fuckers... Come in here and fight, i'll break you, you cock sucking motherfucking fucks, i'll bite right through you, you..."
That's when the thought entered his mind to chew through his own arms. Compared to his own vomit spread out around him, the shit caked in his pants and the food from the tube running down his throat it seemed like an ingenious idea at the time. His arms had gone numb a few days before and so biting in to his own flesh caused no pain at all. He actually enjoyed the new taste and swallowed a few mouth fulls for energy. Energy for figuring out how to escape his cell. The red light was on the whole time, but nothing came in the room to stop him. He was too driven now to stop and think what they would now do to him.
Five hours later he leaned away from his last arm, the tendons slowly ripping away and fell hard on the cold iron floor. The the front door opened. He couldn't care why and quickly used his face to press away from the floor then started to run. Outside was a corridor and a door at the end of it opened. He was incredibly off balance at first and fell forward while running a few times. There were four more similar corridors until one door opened and sunlight blasted through. When he crossed through the door he heard an eruption behind him, but was too scared to look back. All that lay in front of him were synthetic looking trees and fields of tame grass. He continued to run for more than an hour, all the while hearing jet engines and explosions around him. Then for just one minute all the chaos stopped.
When he came over the final hill and saw the red drone barreling down on him, that's when he realized what this was all about. "Why was it so close? It had to be impressing something. The system. The fucking robots are using me to play against each other. It was a fucking game. How much of it was.." Then before he could continue an explosive stuck his forehead and sprayed what was left of his brains high into the air.