So this one time i drew a robot pirate for my friend ben. And I wrote a letter around it. If I had never done such I never would have become friends with Ben and Never fallen in love with him. I love that robot pirate so much. :)
She looked at him with lifeless eyes, but he could feel her heart. She was momentarily back with him, he felt, but then she slipped past, into the dark night with her new found friends. She walked away, like she didn’t know him. With that heart, he might have thought she was a robot.
I used to do this thing at camp where we would talk for 60 seconds, and the topic I had was robot dinosaurs. I was really good at this game, and, for 60 seconds, I would talk about robot dinosaurs without saying “um”, or “like” a million times.
i got the same one as emily this sucks. whats the heck, stupid robot, i want something else. robotic people everywhere. there it is! robo robot robo robot.
one day there was a roboyt whos name was joe. he had a square middle part what am i talking about and then aubrey was in control of the remote but no one knew who the dog this is so hard and henry ate a lollipop but rhonda was making meatballs in the kitchen and thiodsfhjkdhs bobby versus billy at
She moved like a robot, and talked like one too. Soon, we will all be robots. Cyborgs will be the preferred term by then. Where have all the humans gone? Only robots now.
Automated and emotionless creations of wire and metal plates. But our brains are just a series of circuits too, albeit more mysterious, more fragile. why do our circuits give us ‘life’ and a ‘mind’ and theirs give them ‘function’ a ‘skill set’.
Charlie couldn’t believe it, he must have traveled in time to the future! All around him wherever he turned open mouthed there were flying cars and trains futuristic buildings a few of them floating. But that wasn’t all there was to gawk at. When Charlie looked closely at all of the people around him he noticed something, they were all ROBOTS! Every single one of them.
i am a robot and you are a robot and we are programmed to do what love is supposed to do and what lovers are supposed to do and what lovers are supposed to say and feel. we’re supposed to laugh in the right places and call each other every night and say i love you a lot. we’re not supposed to fight we’re not supposed to pick and scream and yell we’re not supposed to figure it all out. we will just make silly pointless sounds at one another that were programmed into us half a million years ago.
He pulled himself out of bed slowly, feeling every muscle moaning in protest at the new action after fourteen hours of rest. Memories of the prior night came rushing back as he dragged himself across the room to the bathroom– his sympathy for the robot faction had risen greatly, if they felt like this everyday.
“Wow, you even move like the too now!” came a voice from the bed.
“So julie, i was wondering if….”
“If?”
“You would like to…”
“Like to?”
“Do the robot with me?”
“OH tom, i thought you’d never ask!”
nerd love
don’t pretend that you don’t love it.
fernando was an awesome robot. he had lots of robot friends, robot parents and a robot dog. he was happy with his life and his perfect robot life. fernando loved his perfectly square, robot world and all his robot dreams.
“Good evening,” his piercing eyes locked onto hers. “I’m Reeves.” Allie turned on her barstool and studied all six feet plus of him in his dark suit and slightly scuffed shoes. His blond hair fell onto his forehead and she ached to brush it back with trembling fingers. He extended a hand and when she touched him, a jolt ran all the way up her arms and down to her curled toes. “Crap,” she cried. “Control, cancel Scenario 501.” Reeves crumpled to the ground, and the room’s furnishings dissipated into a blue and white checkerboard pattern. “What happened, Allie?” came the concerned voice on the intercom. “It’s nothing,” Allie rubbed her arm. “The damn robot shorted out again, and shocked down to my toes.”
There once was a robot named Larry. He lived alone in a tree house on South Vine street. At night he would look down at the grass and admire how the dew in the moonlight would sparkle. He wished and wished every night, with the spar
Hi Robot
What are you up to? What you do, whya re you here, thought Madge. I’ve never seen a robot before; I hope he’s useful and that I will be able to be friends with him.
Madge thought carefully. “I wonder if anyone else knows about him. Should I keep him a secret?
as you sit infront of the console about play, you realize that suddenly eyes are upon you.
The organ stares you down and with the lowest pitch of a chuckle you’ve ever heard,
it tells you to perform.
music, the only thing that matters has now been comprimised just like everything else.
In the condemned church you found underground, buried under the rubble of society now topped by a perfect system, you realize that now no where is safe.
This is real.
This is happening.
the world is now controlled by robots that thirst for human blood.
you turn around to your wife and kids, your best friend and even your parents
and as you are about to utter goodbye, a note so low and demeaning liquifies your bones with the shortest lasting waves from the longest pipes.
Robot chicken. Adventure time. People say you should watch that when you’re high. I’d like to do that sometime. Maybe tomorrow. Though my luck would be that 4/20 is the first time I’ve seen my boyfriend in a week. Maybe we should just stay sober.
I looked up, only having half-heard the comment, and shrugged my shoulders nonchalantly.
“It’s not that I don’t process then,” I answered. “I just don’t let them affect me. I’m stronger than that.”
“That’s unhealthy.”
“That’s called being level-headed.”
I didn’t say anything more after that, though he kept rambling. I tucked myself into the corner of the room, buried my nose in my notebook and tried to pretend I couldn’t feel my frustration building beneath my skin.
Robot. I am a robot. You are a robot. How? Why? Well, similar to the saying ” we are all sheep”, we are all robots. We wander through life completely tasks and meeting expectations set for us. When do we really step out and and differ from the rest and from what is expected of us. We simply follow a train of thought which has been prescribed for us from many many generations.
Robot V. Wrestler. Robot playing sports paintings. I like robots, but not really. Wow that made absolutely no sense. Well, as I am saying. I like the theory of robots, but not the execution. Robots scare me.
As I walked around the uni campus I felt a great weight lift from my shoulders. Geoff said my work was great. Great, he said! That’s the first time I’ve felt valued and that I’m moving in a forward direction with my studies. For ages now I’ve been feeling instead like an academic robot with no colour, no creativity, and no life.
Am I a robot going through life moving in the same ways, driving in the same directions? Do I veer off course to reveal new exciting challenges or continue in a robot form. I have lived the life of a robot for way too long and it is time to break the wires that bind my routine and go my own path, my own direction.
“Open the package!” cried the young boy. He knew the contents of the wrapped box that his father held firmly. “Not yet, son. We have to get inside first.”
“But dad! I want to see the robot!” He was jumping up and down from the excitement of seeing his new toy.
your movements were stiff and precise, robotic, almost. every strand of hair you brushed out of your eyes fell gently underneath your finely parted hair; every breath you inhaled was sharp and crisp and calculated to a decimal; every touch i felt was soft and firm and once the novelty wore off all that was left was the cold clamminess of a robot.
technology becoming popular in todays society
can do various things
can be scary if too controlling and smart
could be useful in controlling diseases or helping out in other ways
used to be simple toys now huge discoveries being made
robot
IT was approaching rapidly. Closer every second. In a blind panic filled with the wild frenzy of my alive, human, beating heart. Writhing on the ground I reached up to hit IT, claw IT, gouge IT’s eyes out. But somthing was wrong. I tore IT to peices. I ripped IT’s heart out. Useless. Just a assemble of wires and circuts. IT’s souless sockets bored into me as it reached out to take my human soul away.
The imitation of intelligence. or the self sufficiency of a little box of electricity. metal instead of flesh. The enemy of the only other existential creature. Why? who knows, we want to be selfish with our sorrow(?)
although, I guess they wouldn’t have an existential crisis since they would only exist for utilitarian purposes. But I’m sure eventually there would be an exception to the rule.
the robot dance . i saw this dance a couple of days ago. it was really cool. i wish i could dance like a robot. i like the techno music the robot person dances to. its really mechanical. if i could dance like that id be pretty happy with my life. id dance alll the time.
a robot is a form of artificial human.
We make them to make things for us in factories and other places.
Robots can be constructed to look like humans or to be most efficient for their purpose.
There are many references in pop culture to robots.
So this one time i drew a robot pirate for my friend ben. And I wrote a letter around it. If I had never done such I never would have become friends with Ben and Never fallen in love with him. I love that robot pirate so much. :)
She looked at him with lifeless eyes, but he could feel her heart. She was momentarily back with him, he felt, but then she slipped past, into the dark night with her new found friends. She walked away, like she didn’t know him. With that heart, he might have thought she was a robot.
I used to do this thing at camp where we would talk for 60 seconds, and the topic I had was robot dinosaurs. I was really good at this game, and, for 60 seconds, I would talk about robot dinosaurs without saying “um”, or “like” a million times.
i got the same one as emily this sucks. whats the heck, stupid robot, i want something else. robotic people everywhere. there it is! robo robot robo robot.
one day there was a roboyt whos name was joe. he had a square middle part what am i talking about and then aubrey was in control of the remote but no one knew who the dog this is so hard and henry ate a lollipop but rhonda was making meatballs in the kitchen and thiodsfhjkdhs bobby versus billy at
She moved like a robot, and talked like one too. Soon, we will all be robots. Cyborgs will be the preferred term by then. Where have all the humans gone? Only robots now.
Automated and emotionless creations of wire and metal plates. But our brains are just a series of circuits too, albeit more mysterious, more fragile. why do our circuits give us ‘life’ and a ‘mind’ and theirs give them ‘function’ a ‘skill set’.
Charlie couldn’t believe it, he must have traveled in time to the future! All around him wherever he turned open mouthed there were flying cars and trains futuristic buildings a few of them floating. But that wasn’t all there was to gawk at. When Charlie looked closely at all of the people around him he noticed something, they were all ROBOTS! Every single one of them.
i am a robot and you are a robot and we are programmed to do what love is supposed to do and what lovers are supposed to do and what lovers are supposed to say and feel. we’re supposed to laugh in the right places and call each other every night and say i love you a lot. we’re not supposed to fight we’re not supposed to pick and scream and yell we’re not supposed to figure it all out. we will just make silly pointless sounds at one another that were programmed into us half a million years ago.
Oh Nooooooo look out Mr Scuttle Bucket the electric robot is out of control and is
heading down the ramp and straight for my car, fudge sickles!
up, down, upside down. square clouds and oblong crowds. rain is the enemy
Robots are neat, beep beep boop boop.
He pulled himself out of bed slowly, feeling every muscle moaning in protest at the new action after fourteen hours of rest. Memories of the prior night came rushing back as he dragged himself across the room to the bathroom– his sympathy for the robot faction had risen greatly, if they felt like this everyday.
“Wow, you even move like the too now!” came a voice from the bed.
i just wrote about this
“So julie, i was wondering if….”
“If?”
“You would like to…”
“Like to?”
“Do the robot with me?”
“OH tom, i thought you’d never ask!”
nerd love
don’t pretend that you don’t love it.
Sometimes when you ask, “How are you?” I wonder if you were programmed to say it.
Will I ever be more to them than a non feeling robot? I serve them, I care, but they do not know. I long for more.
fernando was an awesome robot. he had lots of robot friends, robot parents and a robot dog. he was happy with his life and his perfect robot life. fernando loved his perfectly square, robot world and all his robot dreams.
“Good evening,” his piercing eyes locked onto hers. “I’m Reeves.” Allie turned on her barstool and studied all six feet plus of him in his dark suit and slightly scuffed shoes. His blond hair fell onto his forehead and she ached to brush it back with trembling fingers. He extended a hand and when she touched him, a jolt ran all the way up her arms and down to her curled toes. “Crap,” she cried. “Control, cancel Scenario 501.” Reeves crumpled to the ground, and the room’s furnishings dissipated into a blue and white checkerboard pattern. “What happened, Allie?” came the concerned voice on the intercom. “It’s nothing,” Allie rubbed her arm. “The damn robot shorted out again, and shocked down to my toes.”
metal, box, empty, wanting, obeying- real in the sense that there are plenty among us.
There once was a robot named Larry. He lived alone in a tree house on South Vine street. At night he would look down at the grass and admire how the dew in the moonlight would sparkle. He wished and wished every night, with the spar
Hi Robot
What are you up to? What you do, whya re you here, thought Madge. I’ve never seen a robot before; I hope he’s useful and that I will be able to be friends with him.
Madge thought carefully. “I wonder if anyone else knows about him. Should I keep him a secret?
She walked on down the street
I think life is great and wish it was considered great for everyone but we know that’s not the case so we should help those less fortunate.
as you sit infront of the console about play, you realize that suddenly eyes are upon you.
The organ stares you down and with the lowest pitch of a chuckle you’ve ever heard,
it tells you to perform.
music, the only thing that matters has now been comprimised just like everything else.
In the condemned church you found underground, buried under the rubble of society now topped by a perfect system, you realize that now no where is safe.
This is real.
This is happening.
the world is now controlled by robots that thirst for human blood.
you turn around to your wife and kids, your best friend and even your parents
and as you are about to utter goodbye, a note so low and demeaning liquifies your bones with the shortest lasting waves from the longest pipes.
robot feels like life. Go through the motions not caring if they are fluid or not. robots suck, l to make human.
Robot chicken. Adventure time. People say you should watch that when you’re high. I’d like to do that sometime. Maybe tomorrow. Though my luck would be that 4/20 is the first time I’ve seen my boyfriend in a week. Maybe we should just stay sober.
Bent and broken, rusty and scarred. Dents and dings, this robot’s get ’em all; he’s a little piece of you and me, who could expect any different?
“You can’t process emotions, can you?”
I looked up, only having half-heard the comment, and shrugged my shoulders nonchalantly.
“It’s not that I don’t process then,” I answered. “I just don’t let them affect me. I’m stronger than that.”
“That’s unhealthy.”
“That’s called being level-headed.”
I didn’t say anything more after that, though he kept rambling. I tucked myself into the corner of the room, buried my nose in my notebook and tried to pretend I couldn’t feel my frustration building beneath my skin.
Robot. I am a robot. You are a robot. How? Why? Well, similar to the saying ” we are all sheep”, we are all robots. We wander through life completely tasks and meeting expectations set for us. When do we really step out and and differ from the rest and from what is expected of us. We simply follow a train of thought which has been prescribed for us from many many generations.
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… The day has begun.
Unpluged from my bed
and already my gears are shifting.
99% and counting.
Crash is inevitable today.
Robot V. Wrestler. Robot playing sports paintings. I like robots, but not really. Wow that made absolutely no sense. Well, as I am saying. I like the theory of robots, but not the execution. Robots scare me.
As I walked around the uni campus I felt a great weight lift from my shoulders. Geoff said my work was great. Great, he said! That’s the first time I’ve felt valued and that I’m moving in a forward direction with my studies. For ages now I’ve been feeling instead like an academic robot with no colour, no creativity, and no life.
Am I a robot going through life moving in the same ways, driving in the same directions? Do I veer off course to reveal new exciting challenges or continue in a robot form. I have lived the life of a robot for way too long and it is time to break the wires that bind my routine and go my own path, my own direction.
“Open the package!” cried the young boy. He knew the contents of the wrapped box that his father held firmly. “Not yet, son. We have to get inside first.”
“But dad! I want to see the robot!” He was jumping up and down from the excitement of seeing his new toy.
your movements were stiff and precise, robotic, almost. every strand of hair you brushed out of your eyes fell gently underneath your finely parted hair; every breath you inhaled was sharp and crisp and calculated to a decimal; every touch i felt was soft and firm and once the novelty wore off all that was left was the cold clamminess of a robot.
technology becoming popular in todays society
can do various things
can be scary if too controlling and smart
could be useful in controlling diseases or helping out in other ways
used to be simple toys now huge discoveries being made
robot
IT was approaching rapidly. Closer every second. In a blind panic filled with the wild frenzy of my alive, human, beating heart. Writhing on the ground I reached up to hit IT, claw IT, gouge IT’s eyes out. But somthing was wrong. I tore IT to peices. I ripped IT’s heart out. Useless. Just a assemble of wires and circuts. IT’s souless sockets bored into me as it reached out to take my human soul away.
The imitation of intelligence. or the self sufficiency of a little box of electricity. metal instead of flesh. The enemy of the only other existential creature. Why? who knows, we want to be selfish with our sorrow(?)
although, I guess they wouldn’t have an existential crisis since they would only exist for utilitarian purposes. But I’m sure eventually there would be an exception to the rule.
Mom is a robot. She cooks food, cleans messes, drives thanks children across the globe and back. She a robot, she don’t mind. It’s all good.
the robot dance . i saw this dance a couple of days ago. it was really cool. i wish i could dance like a robot. i like the techno music the robot person dances to. its really mechanical. if i could dance like that id be pretty happy with my life. id dance alll the time.
a robot is a form of artificial human.
We make them to make things for us in factories and other places.
Robots can be constructed to look like humans or to be most efficient for their purpose.
There are many references in pop culture to robots.