he was always so difficult to talk to. monotone and evil. i tried to be his friend but it just never worked. he was always charging his batteries, not time for eating or drinking or playing with puppies. he liked to play video games because he could relate to the tv. douchebag. but thats it i guess. robots will destroy us one day.
today me & my friends all had the day off and we watched the episode of 30 rock where they have auditions for a new cast member and they choose the robot street performer aka danny because i was wondering yesterday, where is danny? i liked him.
I see you sitting there everyday, not smiling, not laughing, there’s no light behind your eyes. I wonder what’s going through your mind. I stare at you day in and day out and you’ve never even noticed. I want to be able to put the light in your eyes, I want to be able to understand your mind. You create such beautiful things, I just want you to know that you’ll always have something. Me.
i love the fucking robots. they can dance whenever i want! i would also make them clean my house cuz im extremely lazy! the robot can be done too with plastics, not all kind of plastic but some special ones, of course the eletrical part must be metal! but that doesnt matter, what matter is that they would revolutionate our world, they are stronger than us, so they would do most of sports and also play video games with our parents, and very import pet our animals!
the robot has green metallic eyes and an icy stare. hilda wasn’t sure whether to trust it or not. she had seen a robot from afar, but this one just gave her a cold shiver from the base of her spine all the way up to her neck, settling uneasily onto her shoulders. she had to do it. the time had come and hilda had to make a decision. she took a deep breath, shuddered, and flipped the switch.
So is “robot” the only word this dumb site knows? I mean seriously, a little creativity please? I personally do not see what’s so amazing about the word. R-o-b-o-t. Blah. Boring! Might at well put Minnesota or Nebraska! All equally boring. All I’m saying is that robot is not a very interesting word and if it is the only word that is provided then I’m going to discontinue the use of this website.
Sincerely,
Someone That Doesn’t Really Know What She’s Talking About=)
He decided that this year for Halloween he would be a robot. He gathered a large cardboard box for the body and cut out holes for the arms. He found another, smaller box for the head. The box was decorated with eyes, a nose, and a mouth.
The robot moved stealthily, like panthers back in the Human day. Back when things that pumped blood, not oil, so vulnerable, still roamed the Earth instead of being confined to their menageries like proper. But the robot wasn’t concerned with that now, only with his target, a small robotic field mouse that if left untouched, could destroy the entire world.
Beep Bop Glitch. Uh oh. Mal.function.ing.
Robots are meant to help us! Fear not, mere humans, we have finally come up with something to make us more lazy! *And the crowd goes WILD*
Little do they know that one day the robots will somehow develop emotions and turn against us! Anyways…That’s how it goes in all the movies…
When I remember the past
it makes me feel cold and dark.
Nothing on the inside,
just like a robot.
Going every day
Wondering what emotions were.
But now that I’ve found her,
I know for a fact
That my life will get a lot more
emotional from now on.
It was hidden within the skins of the Beanie Babies, the last place anyone thought to look. When the households least expected it, the Beanie Babies attacked! And the robots within then achieve power over all cheery cheesecakes across the continental U.S.A.
His eyes were cold and coppery, After looking in the box, i woulden’t have known he really was a robot,except that his skin felt cold as steel and he wasn’t breathing. I just wanted a friend, I didn’t think Roger’s company could really make me a man…I thought he was joking theres no way this could be possible.
In this strange place, my eyes are witnessing clones and replicas. These robot girls assimilated into a disgusting vermin of conformity that destroys any hint of originality. How can one find identity when every corner is filled with a mirror, a reflection, of the pitiful excuse of an image that is beyond superficial?
Robot? What the hell am I supposed to do with that? I mean it’s not like I use it everyday or even think about it much. I come here, I look at the word, and I wait to be challenged. And so now it’s robot? Really? Who could write for 60 seconds about that?
The robot went down the lane to see what there was to see. He looked at the sky and saw the beautiful sun. Hills to the left and the right of him were full of grass and flowers. The place was open and vast and inspired somewhat of a musical in people who otherwise would die before they would attempt something of that nature.
I feel like a robot. I go through life trying so hard to achieve and then I sit on my couch and think. I realize that I haven’t really done anything because it will all disappear when I die. I need something eternal but I can’t believe in something eternal. I try and it just escapes me. I guess I’m just insane, because I keep doing the same thing and expect a different result.
a robot will like to kill every human in the earth because they think we are taking their space in the planet, that cold and smashed punked attitude is becoming our new philosophy and taking the robots place. any who they tried to killed the internet because it was so overrated! will we surrender?
robots are elcetronic humans being in some way or another. they don’t necessarily scare me but they are kind of creepy. I think they are our way of showing how much we as humans can control the things around us. It’s not a healthy obession if you ask me!
To me, you’re like a colossal robot. We’re both under the influence and your arms are impossible to move as you wrap me up. I’m comfortable here, and yet still unsure. It’s hard to escape…but I’m not sure that I want to just yet. What am I supposed to do when you have me trapped?
you’re like a robot. you’re arms are hard to break as they wrap me up. i’m intoxicated, but you’re just high. we’re stuck like this. i want to be on your level, but it’s scary. it’s risky. it’s confusing. i don’t even know how to feel in this moment.
oh, what do I have to say about this word. I think until this year this word was trivial to me. ALl it meant was tin and an annoying sound. Now when I see or heard this word I automatically think of a man I loved who has now become one of my best friends. A house where I have so many memories and drunken nights. I think of hundred cup and stupid music and I think of stench. Robot I love this word.
I love you please don’t leave me alone. So cold the darkness creeps into my core. I must escape. the chasers reveal themselves to me in my sleepless nights. Find me, please. All alone. Help. I. Don’t want to go…
I remember when I’d wake up and smile and laugh and be excited for everything. Now I wake up and stare off into space. Nothing is like it used to be, I’m just walking around the halls of my school wishing I could be somewhere else. Somewhere that I can really be free from this binding feeling, so many responsibilities and expectations, give me some room to breath.
Robots appear in the movies Bicentennial man, Irobot, and futurama. Robots are made of metal. Robots have to obey the three laws of helping and obeying humans. Robots are machines. Robots do many functions.
Ah. Yes, it is about time. The men are lining up, unknowingly getting ready for their deaths. Sitting with my back to them, I sigh. Robots, like myself, are the ultimate beings.
Teach one to get my beer and perform fellatio, please. I’ll buy one for sure….and clean my house and truck…Hell, I’ll pay for it’s boob job. I love you, robot.
There was a crash as the man kicked down the door. Around the disheveled house was a marsh, far out from New Orleans, far out from society. This is all his father left him, and it was a sad sight. The country was little more than the tattered flag that flew out front, a tattered flag with 53 stars. As the door fell he spat, and looked up to see nothing but a silver box. He approached, confused, and opened it. Below sat a lifes full of work, a new chapter for America, somthing hopefully to help rebuild after the bomb. It was the robot.
The robot came down to Earth from Mars. Not only did it destroy the Universe, but it also ate all of the fast food. Even if it had not destroyed the universe all of the Americans would have died, because we cannot survive without fast food. The Robot’s name was Ronald.
There was a robot just off in the distance. I wondered what’s its purpose was, but dared not to inspect just in case it was deadly. Curiosity those got the best of me.
Cold, heartless, merciless. Their black beady eyes stare me down. I stare back, hoping I seem imposing. It doesn’t seem so, however. Suddenly, a voice like fingernails on a chalkboard cuts through the deafening silence.
“Fleet 7A9, move out”
And they start coming forward…
And the blackness takes over once again.
I am a robot, but not just any robot. I am quite special, as I enjoy digesting human meat. All day, everyday. Ain’t nothing that y’all can do about that. I mean, sure, maybe it isn’t okay for me to go around slaughtering humans all the time, but they are just so tasty! Sometimes I like to roast them, and other times I prefer to toast them. Ultimately, I am just hungry for people.
the robot came down to Earth from Mars. Not only did it destroy the Universe, but it also ate all of the fast food. Even if it had not destroyed the universe all of the Americans would have died, because we cannot survive without fast food. The Robot’s name was Ronald.
The metal object. So tech savvy and roaming around without a care in the world. Oh, scornful robot, will you be taking over the world one day? Youare our slaves.
The robot turned towards its creator, yellow lens taking on a speculative light as the automaton reached for him past the curtains of a four-poster bed. The scientist woke up with a scream before reclining back and rubbing the bridge of his nose, an irritated sigh escaping from drawn lips. He threw a worn copy of Frankenstein across the room and made a mental note to refrain from reading horror novels before bed.
I think about a chicken because of robot chicken. A very pronounced figure draws back his dark, long cloak to reveal a robotic hearted centre. it all a bit new.
he was always so difficult to talk to. monotone and evil. i tried to be his friend but it just never worked. he was always charging his batteries, not time for eating or drinking or playing with puppies. he liked to play video games because he could relate to the tv. douchebag. but thats it i guess. robots will destroy us one day.
today me & my friends all had the day off and we watched the episode of 30 rock where they have auditions for a new cast member and they choose the robot street performer aka danny because i was wondering yesterday, where is danny? i liked him.
I see you sitting there everyday, not smiling, not laughing, there’s no light behind your eyes. I wonder what’s going through your mind. I stare at you day in and day out and you’ve never even noticed. I want to be able to put the light in your eyes, I want to be able to understand your mind. You create such beautiful things, I just want you to know that you’ll always have something. Me.
i love the fucking robots. they can dance whenever i want! i would also make them clean my house cuz im extremely lazy! the robot can be done too with plastics, not all kind of plastic but some special ones, of course the eletrical part must be metal! but that doesnt matter, what matter is that they would revolutionate our world, they are stronger than us, so they would do most of sports and also play video games with our parents, and very import pet our animals!
the robot has green metallic eyes and an icy stare. hilda wasn’t sure whether to trust it or not. she had seen a robot from afar, but this one just gave her a cold shiver from the base of her spine all the way up to her neck, settling uneasily onto her shoulders. she had to do it. the time had come and hilda had to make a decision. she took a deep breath, shuddered, and flipped the switch.
So is “robot” the only word this dumb site knows? I mean seriously, a little creativity please? I personally do not see what’s so amazing about the word. R-o-b-o-t. Blah. Boring! Might at well put Minnesota or Nebraska! All equally boring. All I’m saying is that robot is not a very interesting word and if it is the only word that is provided then I’m going to discontinue the use of this website.
Sincerely,
Someone That Doesn’t Really Know What She’s Talking About=)
He decided that this year for Halloween he would be a robot. He gathered a large cardboard box for the body and cut out holes for the arms. He found another, smaller box for the head. The box was decorated with eyes, a nose, and a mouth.
The robot moved stealthily, like panthers back in the Human day. Back when things that pumped blood, not oil, so vulnerable, still roamed the Earth instead of being confined to their menageries like proper. But the robot wasn’t concerned with that now, only with his target, a small robotic field mouse that if left untouched, could destroy the entire world.
Beep Bop Glitch. Uh oh. Mal.function.ing.
Robots are meant to help us! Fear not, mere humans, we have finally come up with something to make us more lazy! *And the crowd goes WILD*
Little do they know that one day the robots will somehow develop emotions and turn against us! Anyways…That’s how it goes in all the movies…
When I remember the past
it makes me feel cold and dark.
Nothing on the inside,
just like a robot.
Going every day
Wondering what emotions were.
But now that I’ve found her,
I know for a fact
That my life will get a lot more
emotional from now on.
It was hidden within the skins of the Beanie Babies, the last place anyone thought to look. When the households least expected it, the Beanie Babies attacked! And the robots within then achieve power over all cheery cheesecakes across the continental U.S.A.
His eyes were cold and coppery, After looking in the box, i woulden’t have known he really was a robot,except that his skin felt cold as steel and he wasn’t breathing. I just wanted a friend, I didn’t think Roger’s company could really make me a man…I thought he was joking theres no way this could be possible.
In this strange place, my eyes are witnessing clones and replicas. These robot girls assimilated into a disgusting vermin of conformity that destroys any hint of originality. How can one find identity when every corner is filled with a mirror, a reflection, of the pitiful excuse of an image that is beyond superficial?
Robot? What the hell am I supposed to do with that? I mean it’s not like I use it everyday or even think about it much. I come here, I look at the word, and I wait to be challenged. And so now it’s robot? Really? Who could write for 60 seconds about that?
HAHAHA. I love this site.
I am like a robot
i repeat myself over and over
doing only what im told to do
a mindless slave to my hearts desires
I am like a robot
easy to manipulate
hard to break
and cold to the touch.
I am like a robot
I’ll listen to your words
but whatever you do
you’ll never push me over.
I am like a robot
in so many ways
I’m almost convinced
that I may very well be a robot.
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The robot went down the lane to see what there was to see. He looked at the sky and saw the beautiful sun. Hills to the left and the right of him were full of grass and flowers. The place was open and vast and inspired somewhat of a musical in people who otherwise would die before they would attempt something of that nature.
I feel like a robot. I go through life trying so hard to achieve and then I sit on my couch and think. I realize that I haven’t really done anything because it will all disappear when I die. I need something eternal but I can’t believe in something eternal. I try and it just escapes me. I guess I’m just insane, because I keep doing the same thing and expect a different result.
a robot will like to kill every human in the earth because they think we are taking their space in the planet, that cold and smashed punked attitude is becoming our new philosophy and taking the robots place. any who they tried to killed the internet because it was so overrated! will we surrender?
robots are elcetronic humans being in some way or another. they don’t necessarily scare me but they are kind of creepy. I think they are our way of showing how much we as humans can control the things around us. It’s not a healthy obession if you ask me!
To me, you’re like a colossal robot. We’re both under the influence and your arms are impossible to move as you wrap me up. I’m comfortable here, and yet still unsure. It’s hard to escape…but I’m not sure that I want to just yet. What am I supposed to do when you have me trapped?
I love the energizer bunny. and bugs bunny for that matter. hmm yeah robot.
you’re like a robot. you’re arms are hard to break as they wrap me up. i’m intoxicated, but you’re just high. we’re stuck like this. i want to be on your level, but it’s scary. it’s risky. it’s confusing. i don’t even know how to feel in this moment.
oh, what do I have to say about this word. I think until this year this word was trivial to me. ALl it meant was tin and an annoying sound. Now when I see or heard this word I automatically think of a man I loved who has now become one of my best friends. A house where I have so many memories and drunken nights. I think of hundred cup and stupid music and I think of stench. Robot I love this word.
I love you please don’t leave me alone. So cold the darkness creeps into my core. I must escape. the chasers reveal themselves to me in my sleepless nights. Find me, please. All alone. Help. I. Don’t want to go…
I remember when I’d wake up and smile and laugh and be excited for everything. Now I wake up and stare off into space. Nothing is like it used to be, I’m just walking around the halls of my school wishing I could be somewhere else. Somewhere that I can really be free from this binding feeling, so many responsibilities and expectations, give me some room to breath.
He’s so emotionless
So perfect
I’m the mess
I’m the one emotionally wrecked
He waits silently
Waiting for me to turn him on
Not knowing when he will react violently.
He’s a robot perfectly drawn
Perfect drawn details
Made with smooth lines
It’s my heart he impales
After all, I ignored all the signs
I got hurt
He won
I’m in the dirt
But not the only one.
Robots appear in the movies Bicentennial man, Irobot, and futurama. Robots are made of metal. Robots have to obey the three laws of helping and obeying humans. Robots are machines. Robots do many functions.
Ah. Yes, it is about time. The men are lining up, unknowingly getting ready for their deaths. Sitting with my back to them, I sigh. Robots, like myself, are the ultimate beings.
Teach one to get my beer and perform fellatio, please. I’ll buy one for sure….and clean my house and truck…Hell, I’ll pay for it’s boob job. I love you, robot.
There was a crash as the man kicked down the door. Around the disheveled house was a marsh, far out from New Orleans, far out from society. This is all his father left him, and it was a sad sight. The country was little more than the tattered flag that flew out front, a tattered flag with 53 stars. As the door fell he spat, and looked up to see nothing but a silver box. He approached, confused, and opened it. Below sat a lifes full of work, a new chapter for America, somthing hopefully to help rebuild after the bomb. It was the robot.
Tired and with an eye up to the sky, my mind functioned like a robot. Bird. Cloud. Bird. Plane. When’s lunch?
The robot came down to Earth from Mars. Not only did it destroy the Universe, but it also ate all of the fast food. Even if it had not destroyed the universe all of the Americans would have died, because we cannot survive without fast food. The Robot’s name was Ronald.
There was a robot just off in the distance. I wondered what’s its purpose was, but dared not to inspect just in case it was deadly. Curiosity those got the best of me.
Cold, heartless, merciless. Their black beady eyes stare me down. I stare back, hoping I seem imposing. It doesn’t seem so, however. Suddenly, a voice like fingernails on a chalkboard cuts through the deafening silence.
“Fleet 7A9, move out”
And they start coming forward…
And the blackness takes over once again.
I am a robot, but not just any robot. I am quite special, as I enjoy digesting human meat. All day, everyday. Ain’t nothing that y’all can do about that. I mean, sure, maybe it isn’t okay for me to go around slaughtering humans all the time, but they are just so tasty! Sometimes I like to roast them, and other times I prefer to toast them. Ultimately, I am just hungry for people.
the robot came down to Earth from Mars. Not only did it destroy the Universe, but it also ate all of the fast food. Even if it had not destroyed the universe all of the Americans would have died, because we cannot survive without fast food. The Robot’s name was Ronald.
The metal object. So tech savvy and roaming around without a care in the world. Oh, scornful robot, will you be taking over the world one day? Youare our slaves.
The robot turned towards its creator, yellow lens taking on a speculative light as the automaton reached for him past the curtains of a four-poster bed. The scientist woke up with a scream before reclining back and rubbing the bridge of his nose, an irritated sigh escaping from drawn lips. He threw a worn copy of Frankenstein across the room and made a mental note to refrain from reading horror novels before bed.
I think about a chicken because of robot chicken. A very pronounced figure draws back his dark, long cloak to reveal a robotic hearted centre. it all a bit new.