Sometimes I forget that not everyone relates to my sense of humor.
I tease; saying No when the answer is Yes.
I am sometimes sarcastic with a dry wit, assuming those I am being sarcastic on understand it's all in fun.… Continue
Added by Bonnie on September 17, 2010 at 8:30pm —
I'm Rusty and today was an interesting day for me. A slideshow of white rooms, whiter lights, complicated tools and not so gentle hands, doing things and going places that should be private to a robot, never mind a human. They tell me they are memories, splinters and shards, mere ones and zeros that on paper mean nothing but together mean everything to the individual. I flush warm at that thought, then panic, thinking my cooling system has malfunctioned, then I realise; I panicked. They've done… Continue
Added by Stuart Mckellar on August 20, 2010 at 1:01pm —
My name is Rusty. I have a shock of red hair and no soul, or so they tell me. They say a robot can't have a soul on account of having no feelings or emotions. All I do is rust, whilst they explain that's my way of getting old. They still unload their problems and worries onto me and all I can offer them is cold, hard logic; yet it seems to work, most of the time. In the meantime, I take each little problem as a window looking out onto the wonder of their lives but I still can't, you know, feel… Continue
Added by Stuart Mckellar on August 19, 2010 at 9:01am —
They call me Rusty. Not on account of my shock of red hair, but because I seem to rust no matter how they try and avoid it. It's not easy being a robot inhabiting a world built for humans. I see their thoughts and emotions, short bolts of electricity that shoot between neurons, much like my circuits, but I don't, you know, feel it. I share worries and fears, hopes and dreams with them, but it means nothing to me. Maybe one day they'll fix that for me, patch me into the wonder of being human,… Continue
Added by Stuart Mckellar on August 18, 2010 at 12:37pm —
Life in an apartment complex has its ups and downs, and most people endeavor to co-exist peacefully; however, there are always exceptions.
Magically, overnight, a huge moving truck was parallel parked over about five parking spaces in the community lot.
The offenders did have the forethought to attach a very cordial note to the window of their vehicle, apologizing for any inconvenience and… Continue
Added by Bonnie on August 1, 2010 at 6:58pm —
It is sunny bright, warm -but not hot, people gently moving to and from with calm and ease.
All smiles, I join them.
My joy is climaxed with the lightly-blue sky, with a few whispy white puffy fun clouds; the never-ending jade-green field of wild flowers, butterflies, wild creatures and birds singing.
Mostly, we hug -a lot- and we greet each other deeply and completely.…
Added by Bonnie on June 11, 2010 at 9:00am —
I would float, forever, to where I want to be; ever-changing.
I would touch the warm, white sand.
I would enjoy the raindrops on the windows and their tinkling on the roof.
There would be openness and joy.
If it weren't for the money, there might be something else.
It would be interesting to know; If it weren't for the money, how life would flow.
Added by Bonnie on June 2, 2010 at 8:30am —
So I wait, I do.
I sit and I stare at these cracking white walls.
I read and I turn the yellowed pages.
Don't you get tired of it?
Imagining instead of living out your dreams.
Waiting for your storybook life to begin.
Added by Erica on July 1, 2009 at 2:00pm —
The windows reflect my smiles; the consol has caught my tears.
I’ve traveled to the mountains, ocean, rivers and cities with family and friends, chasing dreams, fleeing fears.
The wheel has felt the grip of my anger, the seats warmed by the passions of fun.
I’ve carried each of my children home, singing, laughing, dreaming, reflecting, in a space all my own, living freedom, being one.
It’s not just a car. It’s my life.
Added by Erin Cole on May 28, 2009 at 12:03pm —