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All Blog Posts Tagged 'robot' (4)

Long Strange Trip 4

Long Strange Trip is a series co-written by Gita Smith and Bill Lapham.

I awoke early to watch the sun rise over a Minuteman silo. Several people from yesterday's demonstration were outside dancing barefoot on the lawn behind the hotel, praising the sun, the air, and the earth, singing like birds without…

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Added by Gita on November 23, 2012 at 6:30pm — 7 Comments

Rusty's Epiphany

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 — 2 Comments

Rusty's Education

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 — 2 Comments

Rusty's Ballad

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 — 4 Comments

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