She woke early to make him a nice breakfast. She picked flowers from her garden for the center piece and brewed his coffee just the way he liked it. Her hair was perfect, dress pressed and pleated, lipstick applied artfully. He simply slurped the coffee without appreciation, snatched a piece of toast from the quaint tray, and made his way to the door with his suitcase in the other hand. She waited by the door with his trench coat and hat. His heavy aftershave washed over as he leaned in for the all too familiar peck on the cheek for work. She shut the door behind him as he headed out for work. She sat down on the flower patterned love seat and sobbed deeply. She clutched her chest and heaved as more tears fell down her rouged cheeks. She repeated the same sentence over and over again, “I am not a robot! I am…not…a robot!”
mel towne
he never had a change, he was already programmed. as they taught him he was born with computed thoughts, he knew he was something more, he could feel it.
Robotic arms with robotic legs, they pair together and she looses herself in the magic of the stage. The lights ahead are blinding, she slides into the routine. The stage makeup, thick as ever, keeps her tears from falling–
She jumps, she flips in the air, she lands, arms outstretched on her back, rolling over. All part of the plan.
This, she was used to. She was a mere robot to the stage. This was where her emotions could hide.
And as I looked at him there, at his stoic, metal figure, I wondered, ‘Is he my friend? Can he possibly be my friend?’
And then, I thought to myself, ‘Of course he is; I didn’t call him “it”. This robot is my friend.’
Stiff. Mechanic man. Slathered in silver from his nose to his toes. He stared out from under his metal brow and we all felt a collective shiver go through us. How could something not living be so sinister? How could the bolts they called his teeth shine in such a villainous way?
Marty
And as I looked at him there, at his stoic, metal figure, I wondered, ‘Is he my friend? Can he be my friend?’
And then, I thought to myself, ‘Of course he is; I didn’t call him “it”. This robot is my friend.’
the robot suddenly turned to his creator and hit him on the head. he ran outside and started attacking people! the creator got up and suddenly realise what had happened, his creation had gone out of control!
kimmy
Hey robot. My name is Hamza, i hope you’re doing well. I’m just here having fun and thinking about all the possibilities about modern engineering and that it may be possible to give you feelings. Hope you’re as excited as me.
Hamza
Robots. They are made of metal and circuitry. Robots can be good or bad in movies. They often hold characteristics of human beings that human beings don’t like about themselves.
vagrant
Robots are going to take over the world before the year 2012. It is a proven fact that robots have souls, but they are given to them by computer mages. These techno mages are of a growing number, and where it used to be underground, teens and rebels flock to this calling.
Kayliegh
And as I looked at him there, at his stoic, metal figure, I wondered, ‘Is he my friend?’
And then, I thought, ‘Of course he is; you didn’t call him “it”.’
Robot.
You’re an emotional robot.
You’re programed to feel the way you do
You feel the things you’re “supposed” to feel
You my dear, are a robot
You are the ‘in’ crowd
All cyborgs
All robots.
Robot.
Things I don’t really like to do, my robot will do for me. My robot will dust the living room and vacuum the carpet. Sometimes my robot will make dinner, too.
kj
robots may have feelings they dont know much of how we know about life but they certainly could live happier than we do because they dont have as much as issues as we have as human beings they may even could fall in love it would be really nice and thats all i wanna say
natalia
It’s robotic, like clockwork. By that, I mean, I only function when I’m using my hands. Both of them. One faster than the other.
Lauren
I look like a robot some days, with my marching in a straight line.
It’s an illusion, though.
il ike robots they are gray with red hearts in them i like hearts its not fair that robots dont have hearts don you think? its not fair that the only aknoweldedg hearts are for humans, and they dont even do a good job with them. we kill we maim and murder all for the name of money
grace
I have a fear of robots. They look like me and do a lot of the same things I do
but the aren’t real, right?
Their hearts whir and move and they have gears and joints
but they are cold
but so are humans sometimes
that’s too deep
But seriously
I’ve learned to be cautious of robots because they will probably melt my face off
I’d take a zombie attack over robots any day
Caitlin
Where is his creator?
Mars?
The future?
Japan?
All I know is that it’s a relief to not have to make my own breakfast or do my own laundry again.
Who’d have thought this thing would fall from the sky?
oh, your cogs are showing again
and this light from inside of you, it’s keeping me up at night
i thought
i don’t know, it’s silly, i guess
i just thought
you know, maybe we’d be better, once you were this way
we should have left ray bradbury’s mind inside of his own pages,
just where he put himself,
but really
it’s your fault, dear
for ever suggesting i read him
always trying to change me, aren’t you?
He lives. Though he has no heart, no blood, no feeling, he lives. And he also doesnt have hate, fear, insecurity. He is pure.
Aaron McVeigh
Dancing always provided the perfect outlet
though some people just don’t know the most recent things it’s always entertaining to see someone pull out an old or outdated move and see how well the ROCK IT!
patricia
AI – Artificial Intelligence.
cool machines that will take over the human race and destroy all mankind as w know it.
NANO TECHNOLOGY, we will never die and constantly regenerate as th robots will always need something to destroy.
nik
I really dont like robots they creap me out…i feel like they shouldnt be on any childrens tv or movie because it will creap them out i dont know why i have them i just have to hate the,. I hope there isnt a robot in my closet this very minute that would be HORRIBLE ahh like i just hate them they are so ugly lookings what should i do
GEN
beep
boop fake i wish i were a human. little mermaid maybe? yeah. she was a robot. alll the way. a dance?
i can’t dance.
i wish i could. i want to have a heart. like a real person. pinochio? did i spell that right? i’nve never seen it.
lizziesnellings
Big Cocks, Little Cocks, Medium Cocks. Cocks of all sizes, robots don’t have them. They have a sperm launcher in they’re mouths. It’s not robot sperm of course. That would be ridiculous, it’s human sperm.
Johnathan
Robots are the technology of the future. They will be able to do anything. They will take away some jobs from people. It is exciting and scary at the same time to think of what robots will be able to do better than human beings.
Jennifer
Robots masturbate to toasters because they find boobs repulsive and they don’t like butter because all robots are lactose intolerant and they’re also racist. They hate black people. That’s a real shame. I wish they were more tolerant to dairy and African Americans.
John Disselhoff
Blankness.
Your mind is blank,
and it makes you fear
that the place your soul should reside
is a void much like your skull.
Validation.
You crave the interest of others,
but you don’t care about anything other than
appearances.
Kassandra
There was once a small silver round robot that thought his way through the universe. Sinking into his job as the discerner of all things good, this small man planned a scheme to take on the galaxies. There was no hope for those standing in his way, he was going to make it happen.
beco
Robots are interesting little metal creatures that try and fit in earth. They really can’t, because humans puport to be better than them; they really are smarter though. Those poor robots just can’t seem to fit in. It’s incredible really, that something so smart is neglected and feared by society. Maybe that’s why nerds are looked down upon by most people in society. So sad. :( :(
suzannah
i am a robot when i wake up and when I go to sleep I am a flubber
B
I am a robot. I used to be human, until grief stole all that was living from within me. I used to have a heart. I used to breathe: no more. My life is gone. I am steel and poison. Cold and calculating. My eyes are like daggers, my fingers like ice. I have no heart, nor do I love. Grief killed my humanity. I am gone.
robots make me think of the world ending which is a bunch of bullshit. i plan to live my life regardless of dumb rumors. dying scares me. so much. it literally makes me cry. i don’t want to die. not ever. i wish i was a vampire just so i could be immortal. and life has way to much to offer just to die.
krysta
So one day Chris was trying to create this little flipnote of a robot creeping up on a girl and every time he re-drew the robot he would erase it and say “that’s not right.” It never looked right, or wrong…maybe I’m a bad girlfriend.
Robot’s are incredible. They might be able to take over our world one day. That would be similar to the Jetsons. I always thought that by the time we hit the year 2000 we would all be in flying cars…boy was I wrong. Now that I’ve uninentionally cheats and restarted the process, I might as well be a dick here and talk about it. I wish that there was a robot here to help the knicks win in the playoffs…G shitt.
Jonathan
A dear friend of mine used to compare herself to a robot, as she believed that she had shut off all emotion. She’d jokingly say, “shutting down now,” when she was having a hard time. A muted heart and glazed over eyes..could her veins ever be replaced with wires? Will that heart stay preserved somehow?
Chris kept trying to do this flipnote of a robot creeping up on a little girl. He sat there drawing and re-drawing this fucking robot’s face for I can’t even remember how long. When he finally stopped, he said it looked the way he had been trying to get it to look, but it didn’t look any different from the way it did in the beginning to me. Maybe I’m a bad girlfriend.
She woke early to make him a nice breakfast. She picked flowers from her garden for the center piece and brewed his coffee just the way he liked it. Her hair was perfect, dress pressed and pleated, lipstick applied artfully. He simply slurped the coffee without appreciation, snatched a piece of toast from the quaint tray, and made his way to the door with his suitcase in the other hand. She waited by the door with his trench coat and hat. His heavy aftershave washed over as he leaned in for the all too familiar peck on the cheek for work. She shut the door behind him as he headed out for work. She sat down on the flower patterned love seat and sobbed deeply. She clutched her chest and heaved as more tears fell down her rouged cheeks. She repeated the same sentence over and over again, “I am not a robot! I am…not…a robot!”
he never had a change, he was already programmed. as they taught him he was born with computed thoughts, he knew he was something more, he could feel it.
Robotic arms with robotic legs, they pair together and she looses herself in the magic of the stage. The lights ahead are blinding, she slides into the routine. The stage makeup, thick as ever, keeps her tears from falling–
She jumps, she flips in the air, she lands, arms outstretched on her back, rolling over. All part of the plan.
This, she was used to. She was a mere robot to the stage. This was where her emotions could hide.
And as I looked at him there, at his stoic, metal figure, I wondered, ‘Is he my friend? Can he possibly be my friend?’
And then, I thought to myself, ‘Of course he is; I didn’t call him “it”. This robot is my friend.’
Stiff. Mechanic man. Slathered in silver from his nose to his toes. He stared out from under his metal brow and we all felt a collective shiver go through us. How could something not living be so sinister? How could the bolts they called his teeth shine in such a villainous way?
And as I looked at him there, at his stoic, metal figure, I wondered, ‘Is he my friend? Can he be my friend?’
And then, I thought to myself, ‘Of course he is; I didn’t call him “it”. This robot is my friend.’
the robot suddenly turned to his creator and hit him on the head. he ran outside and started attacking people! the creator got up and suddenly realise what had happened, his creation had gone out of control!
Hey robot. My name is Hamza, i hope you’re doing well. I’m just here having fun and thinking about all the possibilities about modern engineering and that it may be possible to give you feelings. Hope you’re as excited as me.
Robots. They are made of metal and circuitry. Robots can be good or bad in movies. They often hold characteristics of human beings that human beings don’t like about themselves.
Robots are going to take over the world before the year 2012. It is a proven fact that robots have souls, but they are given to them by computer mages. These techno mages are of a growing number, and where it used to be underground, teens and rebels flock to this calling.
And as I looked at him there, at his stoic, metal figure, I wondered, ‘Is he my friend?’
And then, I thought, ‘Of course he is; you didn’t call him “it”.’
Robot.
You’re an emotional robot.
You’re programed to feel the way you do
You feel the things you’re “supposed” to feel
You my dear, are a robot
You are the ‘in’ crowd
All cyborgs
All robots.
Robot.
Things I don’t really like to do, my robot will do for me. My robot will dust the living room and vacuum the carpet. Sometimes my robot will make dinner, too.
robots may have feelings they dont know much of how we know about life but they certainly could live happier than we do because they dont have as much as issues as we have as human beings they may even could fall in love it would be really nice and thats all i wanna say
It’s robotic, like clockwork. By that, I mean, I only function when I’m using my hands. Both of them. One faster than the other.
I look like a robot some days, with my marching in a straight line.
It’s an illusion, though.
il ike robots they are gray with red hearts in them i like hearts its not fair that robots dont have hearts don you think? its not fair that the only aknoweldedg hearts are for humans, and they dont even do a good job with them. we kill we maim and murder all for the name of money
I have a fear of robots. They look like me and do a lot of the same things I do
but the aren’t real, right?
Their hearts whir and move and they have gears and joints
but they are cold
but so are humans sometimes
that’s too deep
But seriously
I’ve learned to be cautious of robots because they will probably melt my face off
I’d take a zombie attack over robots any day
Where is his creator?
Mars?
The future?
Japan?
All I know is that it’s a relief to not have to make my own breakfast or do my own laundry again.
Who’d have thought this thing would fall from the sky?
oh, your cogs are showing again
and this light from inside of you, it’s keeping me up at night
i thought
i don’t know, it’s silly, i guess
i just thought
you know, maybe we’d be better, once you were this way
we should have left ray bradbury’s mind inside of his own pages,
just where he put himself,
but really
it’s your fault, dear
for ever suggesting i read him
always trying to change me, aren’t you?
He lives. Though he has no heart, no blood, no feeling, he lives. And he also doesnt have hate, fear, insecurity. He is pure.
Dancing always provided the perfect outlet
though some people just don’t know the most recent things it’s always entertaining to see someone pull out an old or outdated move and see how well the ROCK IT!
AI – Artificial Intelligence.
cool machines that will take over the human race and destroy all mankind as w know it.
NANO TECHNOLOGY, we will never die and constantly regenerate as th robots will always need something to destroy.
I really dont like robots they creap me out…i feel like they shouldnt be on any childrens tv or movie because it will creap them out i dont know why i have them i just have to hate the,. I hope there isnt a robot in my closet this very minute that would be HORRIBLE ahh like i just hate them they are so ugly lookings what should i do
beep
boop fake i wish i were a human. little mermaid maybe? yeah. she was a robot. alll the way. a dance?
i can’t dance.
i wish i could. i want to have a heart. like a real person. pinochio? did i spell that right? i’nve never seen it.
Big Cocks, Little Cocks, Medium Cocks. Cocks of all sizes, robots don’t have them. They have a sperm launcher in they’re mouths. It’s not robot sperm of course. That would be ridiculous, it’s human sperm.
Robots are the technology of the future. They will be able to do anything. They will take away some jobs from people. It is exciting and scary at the same time to think of what robots will be able to do better than human beings.
Robots masturbate to toasters because they find boobs repulsive and they don’t like butter because all robots are lactose intolerant and they’re also racist. They hate black people. That’s a real shame. I wish they were more tolerant to dairy and African Americans.
Blankness.
Your mind is blank,
and it makes you fear
that the place your soul should reside
is a void much like your skull.
Validation.
You crave the interest of others,
but you don’t care about anything other than
appearances.
There was once a small silver round robot that thought his way through the universe. Sinking into his job as the discerner of all things good, this small man planned a scheme to take on the galaxies. There was no hope for those standing in his way, he was going to make it happen.
Robots are interesting little metal creatures that try and fit in earth. They really can’t, because humans puport to be better than them; they really are smarter though. Those poor robots just can’t seem to fit in. It’s incredible really, that something so smart is neglected and feared by society. Maybe that’s why nerds are looked down upon by most people in society. So sad. :( :(
i am a robot when i wake up and when I go to sleep I am a flubber
I am a robot. I used to be human, until grief stole all that was living from within me. I used to have a heart. I used to breathe: no more. My life is gone. I am steel and poison. Cold and calculating. My eyes are like daggers, my fingers like ice. I have no heart, nor do I love. Grief killed my humanity. I am gone.
This world
BEEP.BOOP.BOP.TEE.TO.MU.MEEP.BO.BEEP.BOOP.BEP.
robots make me think of the world ending which is a bunch of bullshit. i plan to live my life regardless of dumb rumors. dying scares me. so much. it literally makes me cry. i don’t want to die. not ever. i wish i was a vampire just so i could be immortal. and life has way to much to offer just to die.
So one day Chris was trying to create this little flipnote of a robot creeping up on a girl and every time he re-drew the robot he would erase it and say “that’s not right.” It never looked right, or wrong…maybe I’m a bad girlfriend.
Robot’s are incredible. They might be able to take over our world one day. That would be similar to the Jetsons. I always thought that by the time we hit the year 2000 we would all be in flying cars…boy was I wrong. Now that I’ve uninentionally cheats and restarted the process, I might as well be a dick here and talk about it. I wish that there was a robot here to help the knicks win in the playoffs…G shitt.
A dear friend of mine used to compare herself to a robot, as she believed that she had shut off all emotion. She’d jokingly say, “shutting down now,” when she was having a hard time. A muted heart and glazed over eyes..could her veins ever be replaced with wires? Will that heart stay preserved somehow?
Chris kept trying to do this flipnote of a robot creeping up on a little girl. He sat there drawing and re-drawing this fucking robot’s face for I can’t even remember how long. When he finally stopped, he said it looked the way he had been trying to get it to look, but it didn’t look any different from the way it did in the beginning to me. Maybe I’m a bad girlfriend.