The robot came towards me with arms outstretched. He was mechanical and creaking. I was terrified and felt the sweat fall in bullets down my body. His eyes were bright red and gleamed angrily. In reality, all he wanted was a hug.
I’ve never owned a robot before, let alone one with such a shiny head, she thought to herself, as the sun glinted off her robot’s metallic forehead, temporarily blinding her.
Very odd, no coordination. Made of metal, no feelings. Very brainy and can use powers of deduction. Very stacatto way of moving limbs. Can be used to perform various tasks that humans do not like doing or that are very repetitive in nature. Can be switched on and off but if something goes wrong with tr mechanism, it can be disastrous.
Robot wars are coming. It’s inevitable. Computers are taking over everything else, and fighting wars is right up there. We will all someday be half human, half robot.
cold.
the smooth metal was icy cold, hard, impenetrable.
the iron grip around my throat tightened, and my chest began to ache. i stared into two lifeless red eyes, not capable of showing any emotion, not even the hatred that it must feel for me.
what a fate. destroyed by my own creation.
my eyes drifted closed.
Made of tin, made of foil, made with out any emotions, and made to destroy the robot has magically fallen deep in love with life. He cries because he can’t feelt the wind in his cheek.
i am a robot…a filthy, rusting, old, robot. as long as i have been around, only one person has cared to clean me up and keep me going. that person is my guardian angel. she keeps me going, but she hasn’t kept me clean. when others see me, they dont want anything to do with me. can’t i just disappear? or at least be clean?
A robot is a digitally controlled being capapble of doing all sort of tasks whether preprogrammed or on its own accord. These particular robots are called smart robots, capable of almost taking over the world. They are refered to as having AI or artificial intelligence.
The little robot wakes up and goes to work every morning. He plugs in; his machine whirls. He spends the day building widgets for bigger robots. He eats some robot food for lunch. It allows him to continue to build widgets. But as the light fades, so does the little robot. The machine whirls on.
every move is calculated, yet entirely predictable. you called yourself “emotionally dead”, and your outer layer is cold as metal in an icebox, freezing my fingertips.
robots are like machines and they will one day take over the world because that is what all science fiction novels tell us. in addition they are super cool but i’m still a bit afraid of them because they might kill me.
I am a robot. I live through other people; they control me. They aren’t my thoughts, they are the thoughts and actions of my friends. No control. Short, movements that don’t flow, commands that don’t make sense. I am a robot.
Humane robots – robotic humans. These are times of diffusion – sometimes confusion. It’s a cold, metal heart, meticulous and precise, against a red, beating rhythm with rainbow-y ribbons of emotions that entwine, bind, encompass the strands of human life.
No emotion. Metal. Hard exterior, will do whatever they are told to do. Pretty sad existence, if it is an existence. Wall E. Bender. Tin Man, is that a robot? Or just a man made of tin? Same thing, right?
The shiny, hard-skinned robot looked up at the sun. The warm heat glowed off of its metalic skin. Too bad it didn’t know the feeling of heat before it exploded.
one upon a time i have a robot mate. his name was jeff. he liked lollies and lorries and sometimes pooped cheese. one time he saw my mum and turned blue. he has a helicopter hat and also shaves every other wednesday. he only drinks jagermeister and loves helium filled balloons
probably the worst feeling I could imagine – is to feel like a robot –
monotonous, not monogamous
over and over – repetition, restitution
man or machine
woman or wonder woman
no feeling
no eye
no skin to touch – nothing soft or sweet
mass – mass- production
prediction of the future and representation of the past
no fingers, no thumbs, no fingers drumming – or drumming on drums
Robots are the best
I love them because, just like puppets, they sometimes take on a human appearance
and also just like puppets, I patiently watch
and wait
that someday these little creations could come to life
and just like puppets
live lives of their own.
Robot? When the world ends, that’s all we’ll have. Robots. You’ll be one, and I’ll be one, and that’s how we’ll be preserved. Now tell me, are you afraid?
I am a robot. Hahahahha this makes me think of the movie I am Robot or something like that. The one were humans have robot slaves/servants/butlers and then the robots take over the world and it’s all evil evil die humans die. and there’s like a curfew for everyone. but then there’s one robot who isn’t evil and he/she helps this one guy (main character type) SAVE THE WORLD! of course. i mean they couldn’t have the world end. that would be a crappy movie. so, anyways, in the future, don’t buy a robot slave, and you will survive.
made of metal japan
arificial intelligence
speaks
human helper
cute
small or large
computer
electricity
circuits
programmed
expensive
complicated
research
space ships
Robots beleaguered by the human form sought to make themselves a more worthy specimen for life on earth, which they deemed a worthy goal. Even their minds could comprehend that there was inherent value in the world they lived in.
automatic. Tin metal. Robots come in all disguises. Artificial Intelligence will take over the world if humans allow it to. It starts with 1 robot then gradually becomes an epidemic. The battle axe has been swung. There is no way to reverse the damage. We will adapt to our false progress.
crazy metal man. who knows what mr robot would do in your situation. would he take them under the wing, would he push them aside and take world domination. does mr robot have a personality? can a robot have a personality? who knows? will we ever know?
He slowly turned his head up, metal creaking, bones aching, silver gleaming. His eyes dead dark dots, yet his mind racing. The work was done. He was done. It was time. He slowly stood up, towering, teetering. New feet. Time to move. The robot.
The robot came towards me with arms outstretched. He was mechanical and creaking. I was terrified and felt the sweat fall in bullets down my body. His eyes were bright red and gleamed angrily. In reality, all he wanted was a hug.
I’ve never owned a robot before, let alone one with such a shiny head, she thought to herself, as the sun glinted off her robot’s metallic forehead, temporarily blinding her.
I love the end tag of some TV shows that says “Bad Robot”!
Woa just another lonely robot, are you willing to sacrifice your lifeeeee. Bitch I’m a monster––no I am a robot!
Very odd, no coordination. Made of metal, no feelings. Very brainy and can use powers of deduction. Very stacatto way of moving limbs. Can be used to perform various tasks that humans do not like doing or that are very repetitive in nature. Can be switched on and off but if something goes wrong with tr mechanism, it can be disastrous.
I don’t want to
go through my life
like a robot
I don’t want to
be mindless
one task after another
over and over again
going through the motions
I don’t want to
be a fucking zombie
never thinking about
any of this shit
this life should be
worth something
not wasted
I don’t want to
be meaningless
Robot wars are coming. It’s inevitable. Computers are taking over everything else, and fighting wars is right up there. We will all someday be half human, half robot.
cold.
the smooth metal was icy cold, hard, impenetrable.
the iron grip around my throat tightened, and my chest began to ache. i stared into two lifeless red eyes, not capable of showing any emotion, not even the hatred that it must feel for me.
what a fate. destroyed by my own creation.
my eyes drifted closed.
Everything I am
Monday through Friday
Everything thing I’m not there after.
Why can’t the weekdays
Be just as filled
With the weekend’s
Laughter?
Made of tin, made of foil, made with out any emotions, and made to destroy the robot has magically fallen deep in love with life. He cries because he can’t feelt the wind in his cheek.
i am a robot…a filthy, rusting, old, robot. as long as i have been around, only one person has cared to clean me up and keep me going. that person is my guardian angel. she keeps me going, but she hasn’t kept me clean. when others see me, they dont want anything to do with me. can’t i just disappear? or at least be clean?
A robot is a digitally controlled being capapble of doing all sort of tasks whether preprogrammed or on its own accord. These particular robots are called smart robots, capable of almost taking over the world. They are refered to as having AI or artificial intelligence.
The little robot wakes up and goes to work every morning. He plugs in; his machine whirls. He spends the day building widgets for bigger robots. He eats some robot food for lunch. It allows him to continue to build widgets. But as the light fades, so does the little robot. The machine whirls on.
every move is calculated, yet entirely predictable. you called yourself “emotionally dead”, and your outer layer is cold as metal in an icebox, freezing my fingertips.
robots are like machines and they will one day take over the world because that is what all science fiction novels tell us. in addition they are super cool but i’m still a bit afraid of them because they might kill me.
one day, we’ll all be encased in metal. our ability to think, feel, love will be gone.
bet you’d like that.
you’re one already anyways.
I am a robot. I live through other people; they control me. They aren’t my thoughts, they are the thoughts and actions of my friends. No control. Short, movements that don’t flow, commands that don’t make sense. I am a robot.
Humane robots – robotic humans. These are times of diffusion – sometimes confusion. It’s a cold, metal heart, meticulous and precise, against a red, beating rhythm with rainbow-y ribbons of emotions that entwine, bind, encompass the strands of human life.
an in animated object
No emotion. Metal. Hard exterior, will do whatever they are told to do. Pretty sad existence, if it is an existence. Wall E. Bender. Tin Man, is that a robot? Or just a man made of tin? Same thing, right?
The shiny, hard-skinned robot looked up at the sun. The warm heat glowed off of its metalic skin. Too bad it didn’t know the feeling of heat before it exploded.
the robot lives one the planet moock moock..
one upon a time i have a robot mate. his name was jeff. he liked lollies and lorries and sometimes pooped cheese. one time he saw my mum and turned blue. he has a helicopter hat and also shaves every other wednesday. he only drinks jagermeister and loves helium filled balloons
Robots are varied: there’s serious industrial ones in the car factories, and entertainment ones, like C3PO and R2D2: what are we to make of them?
the ro
He was beautiful – metallic in some way; his eyes glassy and not here, not on this planet, but oh so beautiful. A beautiful robot.
probably the worst feeling I could imagine – is to feel like a robot –
monotonous, not monogamous
over and over – repetition, restitution
man or machine
woman or wonder woman
no feeling
no eye
no skin to touch – nothing soft or sweet
mass – mass- production
prediction of the future and representation of the past
no fingers, no thumbs, no fingers drumming – or drumming on drums
Robots are the best
I love them because, just like puppets, they sometimes take on a human appearance
and also just like puppets, I patiently watch
and wait
that someday these little creations could come to life
and just like puppets
live lives of their own.
artificial
Robot? When the world ends, that’s all we’ll have. Robots. You’ll be one, and I’ll be one, and that’s how we’ll be preserved. Now tell me, are you afraid?
I am a robot. Hahahahha this makes me think of the movie I am Robot or something like that. The one were humans have robot slaves/servants/butlers and then the robots take over the world and it’s all evil evil die humans die. and there’s like a curfew for everyone. but then there’s one robot who isn’t evil and he/she helps this one guy (main character type) SAVE THE WORLD! of course. i mean they couldn’t have the world end. that would be a crappy movie. so, anyways, in the future, don’t buy a robot slave, and you will survive.
made of metal japan
arificial intelligence
speaks
human helper
cute
small or large
computer
electricity
circuits
programmed
expensive
complicated
research
space ships
A robot is a silly thing with no thoughts or ideas
He simply follows program commands
And has no loves or fears
artificial, simple, nice, something to make us think, the future, terminator, dystopia, household, alice in wonderland, dark, white, sci fi
Robots beleaguered by the human form sought to make themselves a more worthy specimen for life on earth, which they deemed a worthy goal. Even their minds could comprehend that there was inherent value in the world they lived in.
automatic. Tin metal. Robots come in all disguises. Artificial Intelligence will take over the world if humans allow it to. It starts with 1 robot then gradually becomes an epidemic. The battle axe has been swung. There is no way to reverse the damage. We will adapt to our false progress.
silver, shiny, beeping noises, flashing lights, cylinder shapes and squares, limited movement, and a hollow sound.
crazy metal man. who knows what mr robot would do in your situation. would he take them under the wing, would he push them aside and take world domination. does mr robot have a personality? can a robot have a personality? who knows? will we ever know?
He slowly turned his head up, metal creaking, bones aching, silver gleaming. His eyes dead dark dots, yet his mind racing. The work was done. He was done. It was time. He slowly stood up, towering, teetering. New feet. Time to move. The robot.
“well, he didn’t really look like a robot, just moved like one”
“Moved like one?”
“Yea, stiff-like. Like he wasn’t a real person.”