A really messed short story: “Roger, Prop”

P. S: This story is created by tangled mind. Every single thing in this story is a fiction. If there is a resemblance on the story, character or place, it’s just a coincidence. Please don’t enjoy it!

“Do it, now!” commanded it.
“Yes, prop.”
“Finish it today!”
“No matter, prop.”
“I want you to WORK OVER-HARD for the sake of me! I have so many things for you to do, so HOLIDAY and SPARE TIME is out of mind. You must realize this, that, these and those, so keep in mind that you have to PUSH yourself to do it. Have fun is a SIN. Just work, work and work!”
“Roger, prop.” *sounds like a robot*
“Good.” It smiles complacently. “My installation is successful. They are all in my control now.” It murmurs.
“So, what you have learnt?” tests it.
“My_ program_ is_ created_ to_ do_ what_ you_ command_ me_ to_, to_ think_ of_ what_ you_ believe_, and_ to_ say_ what_ you_ want_ me_ to_”
“Very good.” It looks satisfied. “No comment, no asking questions, just do it. They call me ‘RODI’, They named me ‘ROMUSHA’. No matter what it is, I am the TYRANT. So, all you have to do is doing my command. Hahahahaha!”

Moral story: Run away when you meet an unidentified frightening creature unless your brain will be eaten. It’s a zombie or the tyrant, anyway? ;p