i think robots are fun. they can be really helpful but scary. i culd never make a robot im ay to tech. hanicapped. my friend tyler ont the other hand isnt i dont lnow why but i think he is like super smart and i kinda like him not that i would ever tell him that.
karson laningham
I just had robots. I’m pretty sure your severs are down. You should get on that. Maybe a robot can fix that for you. Here’s my imitation of a robot:
beep
beep boop
beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep
dlip
shoobi do (Ella Fitzgerald robot)
bee bop
Robert Castillo
so a robot had two
microchips and three circuit
boards. and a robot could
break codes and add up to
forever plus (x+1) and a robot
could hold you in its arms and rock you to sleep
without loving what was in steely arms.
i feel like a robot. With batteries included and sounds that remind me of cartoons. I feel like a robot when I walk around all day as if I was programmed to do the things I do. I feel like a robot when I breathe in fresh air and my body rejects it, instead only keeping the things that feel uniform. I feel like a robot when I follow routine and expect others to watch me and clap their hands at the end of the day.
casey
Why am I forced to write about robots? I’d rather talk about butterflies. Butterflies are so fragile and also so pretty when they fly. I want to fly a kite shaped like a butterfly. I’d run in the grass and hopefully it would have just rained so that I could jump in some puddles also.
Kathryn Smetana
I feel like a robot. But then I think I won’t feel if I were one. I wont even know if I were one. I am not, and cannot be a robot.
Shweta
AGAIN, i get this lovely word. Is it a sign? Am i one? Is there a secret invisible button on the back of my neck that i never knew about? Is there anything possibly wrong with getting up and doing the same thing every day?????????????? I think so. Yet i do it.
i think this word is boring. it means not-human. It is an object, and not an interesting word to say or spell. it is negative a lot of the times, he talks robotically. It means without emotion. And I’m emotional, i’m all emotions all the time so robot makes me feel defensive.
sarah
One day, robots will open doors for me, vacuum my floors, and make me sandwiches. He’ll be named Bobot and will have an ananae on top of his head. He’ll make beeping noises and I’ll be able to understand him. I’ll polish him and keep him safe from harm. And Batman.
Robert Castillo
robots are cool i guess. i love the movie wall-e. i own it. it’s just so cute. it’s the kind of movie that just makes you smile for, like, 98% of it. and that 2% is when i was crying because i thought wall-e died. yeah… pretty powerful stuff, right? that’s all i really have to say about robots.
Robots are uber gay. They are only taking over peoples jobs not helping out any. theres not much robots do other than ruin life as we know it.
Mikayla
a construct with the best of ourselves in mind, without the emotion that slows humans down. A single minded force of efficiency that goes at a task without looking at anything except rationality and pragmatism
Danny
a robot walked in to tropical smoothie and requested that i chanhe his oil. of course i obliged. he sat down and i helped him unhitch his back. he was very greatful. however, when he stood up to walk out of the store i asked him to pay. he asked how much. and i charged him 23.00 and that’s about all i can write.
annie
To an outsider It would seem the body is inhabited, yet it remains, as it always has, lifeless in existence-robot. A vast shell of memory, emotion and intellect yet absent of true breathe. And it shall hang from its limbs, till its death may grant preservation. For a robot is essentially human, lacking in meaning; it is the twisting hand of fate that has dealt the hangman’s card.
leah
Thinking, as i JUST Wrote about this, So call me crazy, because i feel not a robot. With my deep emotions, and my sorrows and wonders and strives. You shall not defeat what i feel may be not a robot, but .. Human.
megan
Robot. Clink clink. Shiny metallic body. Scares the average human. I’m afraid of such a thing. Perhaps one day we’ll all have out own personal robot. But for now, they are a thing of the distant future that scares me.
Mariah
Sometimes i wish i had a robot… it would do my homework, do my chores, it would do everything.. and then i realize.. if i had a robot, there’d be nothing left for me to do. i’d be fat and lazy, and that’s not what i want.
how can we see such a robot dominating the plane? no such thing had ever happened before. Why does the machine have such dominance, and selective memory. why does the robot seem more animal than machine?
chris
“Don’t unplug me…” Such a cute song. I really want silver leggings. Were they leather? I’m not sure, but they were shiny and wonderful and exciting.
I also want to make a widely loved music video one day.
We are all robots. We live everyday, together, doing the same things, with the same people, in the same way. Every day.
We do not have selves. Minds. Minds of our own. We were built up in a world, where your mindless. So call me crazy.
megan
1robot = Recalling Operations Being On Track
gare
beep beep bloop beep beep. this robot is trying to say that it loves you. if only you would take the time to listen to her.
ciara
I wish I were a robot sometimes. I would know everything, and I would cook amazingly and never get tired. I would have sexy robot skirts like in the movies/cartoons. I would have gun boobs like in Austin Powers, and I’d seduce everyone. Yeah, I’d like that.
Kelsey Jenkins
Digits. Numbers. Flowing through the screen. An emotionless blur of reprocessed, regurgitated information. Reaction to stimuli. Only a cold hard exterior. A smile plastered on its face. Its cold callous circuits, imprinted onto its skull.
It is death. Or is it alive?
Alex
A robot in every house. That’s progress. That’s happiness. That’s the goal. To be served. Robots everywhere to wash clothes and cook food and raise the kids. To fight the war. Why are we here again? We humans? Let me Google it!
Dune
dont think just write, robots arent fuckin real. they cant think or feel. they can just move. much like socialized people. they dont think or feel, all their actions are guided by authoritiess, much like robots actions are guided by their programmers. i guess we’re all robots.. or sheep… or whatever doesnt think and feel and just follows orders. fuck people. see this shit. think for yourself.. question authority.
Jake
unreal. broken. empty. no soul. when someone hurts you so much you go through life in a daze, moving through the motions, not meaning or feeling anything, in a robotic trance, no human qualities, no hope, no love, no feelings.
Grasses and other plants had grown up from the cracks in the metal of his chest plate, creating a neat green vest. His legs were completely buried under the ground. Eyes eternally cast upwards to the sky, watching as the clouds and birds and planes drifted on past. Sitting here just watching him, I imagine the reason why you are sitting in the middle of the forest, I want to know your story.
Robots? Again? Didn’t I just do this damn thing with the word robot? I’m beginning to wonder if I’m really as tech savvy as I thought I was. Because believe it or not, fixing the VHS player was probably a chance and anyways, all the cords have pretty good labels on them so I don’t ever have to worry about sticking them in the wrong plugs. Too bad everything isn’t like that, you know?
Renu
Robots. Robots are way cool. The boy scouts offer a badge for robotics now. I think that’s good that they’re moving with the future, except for that they’re still really stuck on the religion bit, at least in scout groups I’ve come across. Pity. I don’t feel like robotics and religion mix well, though I suppose robot preachers would never have doubts, never lie, and never lead their lambs astray.
Katie
Automatons. I learned that word today and it thrills me. I love words and so I will spend my life devoted to words. Teaching them, examining them, loving them, writing them, that can be my life if I want it to be.
ta;lktalktakltalk tic meeeeeeeep follow me follow me come father me. skooter. green. i mean silver. stalling. im seeing the tin man from that scary return to oz movie used to watch…the oz…the oz was soooo terrifying. we’re robots. i gess i can keep going it’s ahrd to type with my computer sitting on my stomach. maybe its cuz imnotarobot. im a human being. be-ing. tobor. tobot. rob
nadia hulett
I feel like a robot sometimes. Just going through the motions, doing what everyone expects me to do- I’m the “good kid,” the oldest, the one who doesn’t screw up, the one who always comes through when you need someone. Well, sometimes robots get tired. And occasionallyt we screw up. One robot to anotherr- it’s okay to mess up- you’re still loved, even when it doesn’t feel like it.
The robot wasn’t all that robotic, but knowing the way it could leap tall buildings, absorb an encyclopedia in half a glance, break a car with its bare hands – that kept the memory in the forefront. It was tall and willow-slender, pale-faced and wide-eyed, but underneath the soft skin and sweet smile it was a machine, and it was out to kill the world.
g beautiful becasue, well robot are nice,upon the steam of consciusness my thoughts are revealed betweeen the fragrance of the morning and the sweet kindness of night. we all regret being born, it’s such a shame god forgot about us, but we also are thankful of that. thaks to the life that we can die.
Carlos Alarcón
No i just wrote about this. you should shuffle it up more. there is only so much one can think about robots before they must submit to cowering in terror at the thought of how much power robots potentially could have. don’t think that they won’t kill us. they will. oh they will. they will rip you to pieces, and put your brain in a paper shredder.
Ella
I was done living a routine life. The same thing. Every day. It gets old, and my mind cannot be prisoner to these shallow ways. I need out. And I need out now. I want every day to be a surprise; a different twist to my story.
i think robots are fun. they can be really helpful but scary. i culd never make a robot im ay to tech. hanicapped. my friend tyler ont the other hand isnt i dont lnow why but i think he is like super smart and i kinda like him not that i would ever tell him that.
I just had robots. I’m pretty sure your severs are down. You should get on that. Maybe a robot can fix that for you. Here’s my imitation of a robot:
beep
beep boop
beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep
dlip
shoobi do (Ella Fitzgerald robot)
bee bop
so a robot had two
microchips and three circuit
boards. and a robot could
break codes and add up to
forever plus (x+1) and a robot
could hold you in its arms and rock you to sleep
without loving what was in steely arms.
i feel like a robot. With batteries included and sounds that remind me of cartoons. I feel like a robot when I walk around all day as if I was programmed to do the things I do. I feel like a robot when I breathe in fresh air and my body rejects it, instead only keeping the things that feel uniform. I feel like a robot when I follow routine and expect others to watch me and clap their hands at the end of the day.
Why am I forced to write about robots? I’d rather talk about butterflies. Butterflies are so fragile and also so pretty when they fly. I want to fly a kite shaped like a butterfly. I’d run in the grass and hopefully it would have just rained so that I could jump in some puddles also.
I feel like a robot. But then I think I won’t feel if I were one. I wont even know if I were one. I am not, and cannot be a robot.
AGAIN, i get this lovely word. Is it a sign? Am i one? Is there a secret invisible button on the back of my neck that i never knew about? Is there anything possibly wrong with getting up and doing the same thing every day?????????????? I think so. Yet i do it.
i think this word is boring. it means not-human. It is an object, and not an interesting word to say or spell. it is negative a lot of the times, he talks robotically. It means without emotion. And I’m emotional, i’m all emotions all the time so robot makes me feel defensive.
One day, robots will open doors for me, vacuum my floors, and make me sandwiches. He’ll be named Bobot and will have an ananae on top of his head. He’ll make beeping noises and I’ll be able to understand him. I’ll polish him and keep him safe from harm. And Batman.
robots are cool i guess. i love the movie wall-e. i own it. it’s just so cute. it’s the kind of movie that just makes you smile for, like, 98% of it. and that 2% is when i was crying because i thought wall-e died. yeah… pretty powerful stuff, right? that’s all i really have to say about robots.
Robots are uber gay. They are only taking over peoples jobs not helping out any. theres not much robots do other than ruin life as we know it.
a construct with the best of ourselves in mind, without the emotion that slows humans down. A single minded force of efficiency that goes at a task without looking at anything except rationality and pragmatism
a robot walked in to tropical smoothie and requested that i chanhe his oil. of course i obliged. he sat down and i helped him unhitch his back. he was very greatful. however, when he stood up to walk out of the store i asked him to pay. he asked how much. and i charged him 23.00 and that’s about all i can write.
To an outsider It would seem the body is inhabited, yet it remains, as it always has, lifeless in existence-robot. A vast shell of memory, emotion and intellect yet absent of true breathe. And it shall hang from its limbs, till its death may grant preservation. For a robot is essentially human, lacking in meaning; it is the twisting hand of fate that has dealt the hangman’s card.
Thinking, as i JUST Wrote about this, So call me crazy, because i feel not a robot. With my deep emotions, and my sorrows and wonders and strives. You shall not defeat what i feel may be not a robot, but .. Human.
Robot. Clink clink. Shiny metallic body. Scares the average human. I’m afraid of such a thing. Perhaps one day we’ll all have out own personal robot. But for now, they are a thing of the distant future that scares me.
Sometimes i wish i had a robot… it would do my homework, do my chores, it would do everything.. and then i realize.. if i had a robot, there’d be nothing left for me to do. i’d be fat and lazy, and that’s not what i want.
nice
how can we see such a robot dominating the plane? no such thing had ever happened before. Why does the machine have such dominance, and selective memory. why does the robot seem more animal than machine?
“Don’t unplug me…” Such a cute song. I really want silver leggings. Were they leather? I’m not sure, but they were shiny and wonderful and exciting.
I also want to make a widely loved music video one day.
We are all robots. We live everyday, together, doing the same things, with the same people, in the same way. Every day.
We do not have selves. Minds. Minds of our own. We were built up in a world, where your mindless. So call me crazy.
1robot = Recalling Operations Being On Track
beep beep bloop beep beep. this robot is trying to say that it loves you. if only you would take the time to listen to her.
I wish I were a robot sometimes. I would know everything, and I would cook amazingly and never get tired. I would have sexy robot skirts like in the movies/cartoons. I would have gun boobs like in Austin Powers, and I’d seduce everyone. Yeah, I’d like that.
Digits. Numbers. Flowing through the screen. An emotionless blur of reprocessed, regurgitated information. Reaction to stimuli. Only a cold hard exterior. A smile plastered on its face. Its cold callous circuits, imprinted onto its skull.
It is death. Or is it alive?
A robot in every house. That’s progress. That’s happiness. That’s the goal. To be served. Robots everywhere to wash clothes and cook food and raise the kids. To fight the war. Why are we here again? We humans? Let me Google it!
dont think just write, robots arent fuckin real. they cant think or feel. they can just move. much like socialized people. they dont think or feel, all their actions are guided by authoritiess, much like robots actions are guided by their programmers. i guess we’re all robots.. or sheep… or whatever doesnt think and feel and just follows orders. fuck people. see this shit. think for yourself.. question authority.
unreal. broken. empty. no soul. when someone hurts you so much you go through life in a daze, moving through the motions, not meaning or feeling anything, in a robotic trance, no human qualities, no hope, no love, no feelings.
The end of humankind is the robot, lets all fight this bastard.
Grasses and other plants had grown up from the cracks in the metal of his chest plate, creating a neat green vest. His legs were completely buried under the ground. Eyes eternally cast upwards to the sky, watching as the clouds and birds and planes drifted on past. Sitting here just watching him, I imagine the reason why you are sitting in the middle of the forest, I want to know your story.
Robots? Again? Didn’t I just do this damn thing with the word robot? I’m beginning to wonder if I’m really as tech savvy as I thought I was. Because believe it or not, fixing the VHS player was probably a chance and anyways, all the cords have pretty good labels on them so I don’t ever have to worry about sticking them in the wrong plugs. Too bad everything isn’t like that, you know?
Robots. Robots are way cool. The boy scouts offer a badge for robotics now. I think that’s good that they’re moving with the future, except for that they’re still really stuck on the religion bit, at least in scout groups I’ve come across. Pity. I don’t feel like robotics and religion mix well, though I suppose robot preachers would never have doubts, never lie, and never lead their lambs astray.
Automatons. I learned that word today and it thrills me. I love words and so I will spend my life devoted to words. Teaching them, examining them, loving them, writing them, that can be my life if I want it to be.
ta;lktalktakltalk tic meeeeeeeep follow me follow me come father me. skooter. green. i mean silver. stalling. im seeing the tin man from that scary return to oz movie used to watch…the oz…the oz was soooo terrifying. we’re robots. i gess i can keep going it’s ahrd to type with my computer sitting on my stomach. maybe its cuz imnotarobot. im a human being. be-ing. tobor. tobot. rob
I feel like a robot sometimes. Just going through the motions, doing what everyone expects me to do- I’m the “good kid,” the oldest, the one who doesn’t screw up, the one who always comes through when you need someone. Well, sometimes robots get tired. And occasionallyt we screw up. One robot to anotherr- it’s okay to mess up- you’re still loved, even when it doesn’t feel like it.
The robot wasn’t all that robotic, but knowing the way it could leap tall buildings, absorb an encyclopedia in half a glance, break a car with its bare hands – that kept the memory in the forefront. It was tall and willow-slender, pale-faced and wide-eyed, but underneath the soft skin and sweet smile it was a machine, and it was out to kill the world.
Robots may be efficient, but they have no passion, no drive, no aspirations.
g beautiful becasue, well robot are nice,upon the steam of consciusness my thoughts are revealed betweeen the fragrance of the morning and the sweet kindness of night. we all regret being born, it’s such a shame god forgot about us, but we also are thankful of that. thaks to the life that we can die.
No i just wrote about this. you should shuffle it up more. there is only so much one can think about robots before they must submit to cowering in terror at the thought of how much power robots potentially could have. don’t think that they won’t kill us. they will. oh they will. they will rip you to pieces, and put your brain in a paper shredder.
I was done living a routine life. The same thing. Every day. It gets old, and my mind cannot be prisoner to these shallow ways. I need out. And I need out now. I want every day to be a surprise; a different twist to my story.