RELEASE THE BATS!

"Ahhh, Doctor, my preliminary readings seem to indicate that the project is reacting in an erratic manner. There seem to be certain vital functions that are not performing satisfactorily..." the technician looked at the readout on his monitor with alarm. Dials were spinning rapidly, red lights were blinking with gay abandon.
The doctor studied the readings for a few seconds and sighed...."It was only to be expected. You get inferior equipment and materials, the Republican Party has trouble raising the neccessary funds for the project and then this...."
The Doctor looked disdainfully at the large glowing hunk of mismatched parts slowly ambulating across the room with what could be considered strident shuffle toward a plate of Dunkin Donuts on a table in the corner.
"Do....nuts...." the creature mumbled.
The doctor laughed silently with a sneer ot derision, "Can it remember anything it said more than 5 minutes ago?"
The technician moaned and started to say something about it's tendency to say the reverse of any statement it made when questioned about it....
"I don't know how to get it to stop. I've tried reversing it's polarity, but then it starts serial flipflopping and the meter goes into the red and there is a funny smell...."
The Doctor glumly muttered, "When we got that shipment from Cheney's supplier, we should have known better.....but still, it's almost actually...uhhhh...alive. At least that's something!"
A strange glow of realization began to grow in the Doctors eyes as the readout from the screen illuminated his fevered face. "It reverses it's position on any given subject instantly, it can't remember what it said for more than 5 minutes...why, this is crazy, but..."
The technician looked with a new appreciation at the doctor and the the strange pile of protoplasm slithering towards the donut tray..."You know, doctor, you're right! I do believe we have a candidate!"
The doctors hand trembled as he reached for the toggle switch that would beam the power blast that would make the creature fully operational. Beads of sweat glistened on his forhead as he hit the switch, cackling almost insanely, "RELEASE THE BATS!!"