Robots. The way of the future? Or a governmental exploitation designed to infiltrate your every facet of life. Rebecca was still not convinced. She’d heard so many opinions and ploys in the last 4 hours she didn’t know what to think anymore.
robots are planning to take over the world, it terrifies me that I am less superior than our robotic friends. will I be replaced by more efficient version of myself
doesn’t seem fair that man, created by god, is creating a better version of the original.
mechanical beings made by non-mechanical beings, to do the non-mechanical beings day jobs that are so boring, they too are somewhat mechanical…..mechanical
robots are not real, they are made f metal, they dont seem to have a heart and will probably eventually take over the world. i imagine robots to have human form and i think that only comes from movies and television. I think they will at best be able to be like us but only stronger and smarter.
Some people think robots are fucking awesome in space situations and/or real life situations. I really only dig robots in musical situations. Autotune is my aphrodisiac. It just gets me; and if I were a robot, I would love to be one of the autotune variety. All the other robots don’t know what they’re missing.
if i were a robot .. would i still feel this hollow and raw inside?
i guess not. i guess i wouldn’t feel at all. or just clean and complete and buzzing with energy, all parts in order. working 100%
but nope
i am broken, loose pieces of hurt being kicked around inside me as i beat my self hope in my head day after day.
“Cuppa tea?” she asked. “No thanks,” with the expression of a robot “I won’t need it.” and he went out the back to the shed. He had just buried his gun in the mud with her, an end of war ceremony. She was sitting at the glass table eating the petals of little red flowers nervously. A few minutes later she heard something heavy fall, muttering to herself that if that gobshite has knocked over anything in the shed, after her tidying job last week, she’d kill him.
i dont like feeling like a robot. like things are mechanical and forced. not organic. i love when things happen organically. but wiht kk i feel like a robot. idk i need to break out of this. is my own fault the fact that i admire her? damn. if anything i thought that would make things easier.
Robots beep. Robots don’t have a heart, if there’s one thing all the posers kids like is ROBOTS. Fucking robots. They get pretty scary most of the time when you think about it. I’m just saying if robots took over the world it would be pretty scary.
Robots are crazy. They can be good, or bad. I wish I had a robot who told me nice things all the time. Well, not all the time, ’cause that’d be creepy. And he’d make me sandwiches. Or she; I’m not picky. Plus they couldn’t be waterproof, ’cause if they ever turned on me, I’d need them to have some sort of obvious weakness. We could watch movies really late at night ’cause robots don’t sleep. Hopefully.
robots can be replacements of human. They can avoid all errors, do a much better job than us in many things and become better, smarter, faster than us.
I am a robot. I feel nothing. I learn. I grow. You hate me because you think I don’t understand you. But I understand you all too well. Your frailties and your hatred. Your love and your laughter. I’m jealous of you and you don’t even know it. I’m better than you though.
The robot was young and beautiful, but she didn’t feel a thing, she was terrified of feeling, of going against her own nature. That was all, she was scared, and everybody gets scared, even robots, who get scared of feeling.
There was a robot and he loved his wife. He really did. She was pretty, to him. Her gleaming metal, her graceful back, the way she greeted him when he came home. It was music to him when she spoke. That’s why it made no sense when she left with the morning wind and never came back.
Robots are (usually) autonomous machine created by humans to do work that we either cannot, will not, or don’t want to do, such as repetitive welding, cleaning, or rescuing small children from rubble. There’s no way in hell that was a minute.
Her robot-like movements suggested she was simply going through the motions. “Don’t you love me?” he questioned. “Of course, sweetheart!” She attempted a failed smile, as she turned back to busy-work, making every possible move to avoid eye-contact. “Why did we have to meet so late today? We always meet sooner.” He was peeved—almost flustered. “I had…” she paused, before continuing, distracted by the papers she sat shuffling. “…a meeting.” She looked up at him. “A meeting for what?” “Um…I had training.” She turned around, suddenly extremely focused on the paperwork she had avoided for weeks. “Training? For what? You have been awful suspicious the last few days, and I think you’re lying to me. Where were you this morning?” He stood there, towering over her. She took a deep breath, and sighed. But, as she turned to face him, he felt ashamed. How had he not noticed the quiver in her tone? Or her tear-stained cheeks? “I had training for life.” And, with that, she pulled an obituary out of her pocket, handed it to him, and turned back round, allowing the tears to fall freely.
I always wanted to be a robot. Perfect and productive, and completely emotionless. It’s actually funny that I got stuck with this word. During a great depression, I kept writing on the benefits of becoming Machine. It was all I wanted. I think I still do want it. But, that has yet to be seen.
THANKFULLY, im not a robot. Maybe someday, thats all there will be; just robots floating or moving somehow through whatever medium is of the future. They wont need food or air or companionship and they will be better than us because of this… i pity them
So much thought is put in making that one piece of scientific shiz. It’s meant to make our lives easier, sure. It could do this, it could do that. You don’t even have to drag your lazy a** out of your bed. It can do anything for you, sweet.
I’d rather do things myself. I’d take the tough road, that is being human.
silver, mechanical monster of the man made machinery, someday the world will be run by them. I am not sure if I am excited about this kind of a future.ahahhadafhasdhfahagggg
Machines with intelligence and the ability to act on their own, generally in the service of others. May metaphorically apply to organic people, with accenting on the latter half of the definition.
edges and corners and shining and piercing and red eyes and the fifties and the eighties and the obsession with the unnatural. the distance we strive for from what has created us, robot is supposed perfection, i think it is awful.
Peter had a little clockwork one, all tinny and made in Hong Kong, like everything was then, I think little friction sparks lit up a screen on his tummy as he struggled across the carpet, a multi coloured striped carpet, an off cut from Tooting Broadway market, towards the oak cabinet with things underneath that came out when it was dark, dark things
i’m still feeling awful. robots don’t help. can you be in love if someone doesn’t love you back? is love just the general word for all of it because it just hurts all the same.
The robots came for me in the night. I could hardly believe my eyes. A light that bright must have been the sun. Instead, as my eyes adjusted, I saw the truth. Each eye of the robot burned as brightly as the sun. In no time at all, I was blinded. There was much movement and bumping, but I regained my sight shortly, in a dimply lit and sparse room.
There was was a robot who was afraid of mice. The robot was huge and cumbersome and the mice were small and agile. It was this juxtaposition that baffled and alarmed the robot. “What could this creature do to him?” he wondered.
So there was a robot and it became so intelligent. So intelligent that The humans were jealous of it. It could rule the world with out having to have war. It didn’t have to run into the petty drama that people have. The only thing that it realized it could never do was love. For some reason, this was something that it didn’t understand. All the humans put up with all their ridiculousness for something, and this was the one thing the robot could not achieve. The robot was lonely, being the only one of his kind, and not capable of love (which was the only thing it ever wanted).
would it be easier to be one. stupid question. no. and yes. and no. and yes. if I were a robot i wouldn’t have a problem deciding, would I. there you go. maybe it is a “yes.” I wouldn’t have to deal with a lot of things if I were one.
like when you say dont think just write and the mechanics of your brain reach down to the mechanical spines of your fingers and what you write is that you’re still in love with the same damn person. like you are programmed that way and no matter how much rebooting and restarting and systems restore alls you hit, you are never gonna give them up.
robots are cool shit. i bet one day they will rule the world, like that episode of futurama when the robots turned against the humans because mom turned them on to destroy mode. and there was that adorable little card that sang the song and had the baby voice. what a good show. but back to robots. i’d get one just to chill with. maybe have a place to grind my weed. that would be sick!
Sitting at the keyboard, Elwyn the Robot pounded away. After his third book that afternoon, he hit the “publish” button and turned to Sadie, the coffee maker and electro-winked at her. “What say we go off for a little mingling of electrons after work?” he said.
Sadie percolated for a moment and said, “I would love to. Let us go now.”
Elwyn scanned her with his infra-eye and said, “I’m sorry, I am programmed merely for writing of romance novels and passionate, meaningless trysts; not for flouting protocols,” and turned back to his work.
I once met a Robot named Stacy. She was very kind to me when no one else was. she found me at rock bottom and picked me up and when I was at the top i brought her with me. Everyone said she had no heart because she was a robot. but she gave me a life and i love her.
metal human like thing that does whatever a human commands of it. has no real brain or emotion, i wish it did. usually robots go crazy and get smarter and smarter and kill everyone in mass murders. i still think they mean well. poor robots. they were never be understood.
This would be the third time that I’ve used the word robot tonight. I like to use this word, apparently, but not to the extreme. I said previously that the word “robot” can be used in many forms in modern day America, from daily household appliances to a creation invented to better the lives of lazy families.
Robots. The way of the future? Or a governmental exploitation designed to infiltrate your every facet of life. Rebecca was still not convinced. She’d heard so many opinions and ploys in the last 4 hours she didn’t know what to think anymore.
I love robots N’ Stuff. blue,metal,no heart,no brain,doesnt feel hurt. =) cute
He.llo. I. am. a. ro. bot. How. can. I. serve. you. hu. man. mas. ter. I. clean. your. shoes. or. brush. your. teeth. for. you. with. this. or. ange. tooth. brush.
robots are planning to take over the world, it terrifies me that I am less superior than our robotic friends. will I be replaced by more efficient version of myself
doesn’t seem fair that man, created by god, is creating a better version of the original.
mechanical beings made by non-mechanical beings, to do the non-mechanical beings day jobs that are so boring, they too are somewhat mechanical…..mechanical
robots are not real, they are made f metal, they dont seem to have a heart and will probably eventually take over the world. i imagine robots to have human form and i think that only comes from movies and television. I think they will at best be able to be like us but only stronger and smarter.
Some people think robots are fucking awesome in space situations and/or real life situations. I really only dig robots in musical situations. Autotune is my aphrodisiac. It just gets me; and if I were a robot, I would love to be one of the autotune variety. All the other robots don’t know what they’re missing.
if i were a robot .. would i still feel this hollow and raw inside?
i guess not. i guess i wouldn’t feel at all. or just clean and complete and buzzing with energy, all parts in order. working 100%
but nope
i am broken, loose pieces of hurt being kicked around inside me as i beat my self hope in my head day after day.
“Cuppa tea?” she asked. “No thanks,” with the expression of a robot “I won’t need it.” and he went out the back to the shed. He had just buried his gun in the mud with her, an end of war ceremony. She was sitting at the glass table eating the petals of little red flowers nervously. A few minutes later she heard something heavy fall, muttering to herself that if that gobshite has knocked over anything in the shed, after her tidying job last week, she’d kill him.
i dont like feeling like a robot. like things are mechanical and forced. not organic. i love when things happen organically. but wiht kk i feel like a robot. idk i need to break out of this. is my own fault the fact that i admire her? damn. if anything i thought that would make things easier.
Robots beep. Robots don’t have a heart, if there’s one thing all the posers kids like is ROBOTS. Fucking robots. They get pretty scary most of the time when you think about it. I’m just saying if robots took over the world it would be pretty scary.
Robots are crazy. They can be good, or bad. I wish I had a robot who told me nice things all the time. Well, not all the time, ’cause that’d be creepy. And he’d make me sandwiches. Or she; I’m not picky. Plus they couldn’t be waterproof, ’cause if they ever turned on me, I’d need them to have some sort of obvious weakness. We could watch movies really late at night ’cause robots don’t sleep. Hopefully.
robots can be replacements of human. They can avoid all errors, do a much better job than us in many things and become better, smarter, faster than us.
I am a robot. I feel nothing. I learn. I grow. You hate me because you think I don’t understand you. But I understand you all too well. Your frailties and your hatred. Your love and your laughter. I’m jealous of you and you don’t even know it. I’m better than you though.
The robot was young and beautiful, but she didn’t feel a thing, she was terrified of feeling, of going against her own nature. That was all, she was scared, and everybody gets scared, even robots, who get scared of feeling.
There was a robot and he loved his wife. He really did. She was pretty, to him. Her gleaming metal, her graceful back, the way she greeted him when he came home. It was music to him when she spoke. That’s why it made no sense when she left with the morning wind and never came back.
Robots are (usually) autonomous machine created by humans to do work that we either cannot, will not, or don’t want to do, such as repetitive welding, cleaning, or rescuing small children from rubble. There’s no way in hell that was a minute.
Her robot-like movements suggested she was simply going through the motions. “Don’t you love me?” he questioned. “Of course, sweetheart!” She attempted a failed smile, as she turned back to busy-work, making every possible move to avoid eye-contact. “Why did we have to meet so late today? We always meet sooner.” He was peeved—almost flustered. “I had…” she paused, before continuing, distracted by the papers she sat shuffling. “…a meeting.” She looked up at him. “A meeting for what?” “Um…I had training.” She turned around, suddenly extremely focused on the paperwork she had avoided for weeks. “Training? For what? You have been awful suspicious the last few days, and I think you’re lying to me. Where were you this morning?” He stood there, towering over her. She took a deep breath, and sighed. But, as she turned to face him, he felt ashamed. How had he not noticed the quiver in her tone? Or her tear-stained cheeks? “I had training for life.” And, with that, she pulled an obituary out of her pocket, handed it to him, and turned back round, allowing the tears to fall freely.
I always wanted to be a robot. Perfect and productive, and completely emotionless. It’s actually funny that I got stuck with this word. During a great depression, I kept writing on the benefits of becoming Machine. It was all I wanted. I think I still do want it. But, that has yet to be seen.
THANKFULLY, im not a robot. Maybe someday, thats all there will be; just robots floating or moving somehow through whatever medium is of the future. They wont need food or air or companionship and they will be better than us because of this… i pity them
EASY WAY OUT.
So much thought is put in making that one piece of scientific shiz. It’s meant to make our lives easier, sure. It could do this, it could do that. You don’t even have to drag your lazy a** out of your bed. It can do anything for you, sweet.
I’d rather do things myself. I’d take the tough road, that is being human.
silver, mechanical monster of the man made machinery, someday the world will be run by them. I am not sure if I am excited about this kind of a future.ahahhadafhasdhfahagggg
Machines with intelligence and the ability to act on their own, generally in the service of others. May metaphorically apply to organic people, with accenting on the latter half of the definition.
edges and corners and shining and piercing and red eyes and the fifties and the eighties and the obsession with the unnatural. the distance we strive for from what has created us, robot is supposed perfection, i think it is awful.
Peter had a little clockwork one, all tinny and made in Hong Kong, like everything was then, I think little friction sparks lit up a screen on his tummy as he struggled across the carpet, a multi coloured striped carpet, an off cut from Tooting Broadway market, towards the oak cabinet with things underneath that came out when it was dark, dark things
schneller
sicherer
besser
perfekter
fehlerlos
alles muss sich ändern
wir müssen uns nicht der Welt anpassen
die Welt muss sich uns anpassen
Maschinen?
i’m still feeling awful. robots don’t help. can you be in love if someone doesn’t love you back? is love just the general word for all of it because it just hurts all the same.
cold and silvery he was, deep in thought even when not prompted by a human. he wondered if anyone realy needed him for personal answers or isy
The robots came for me in the night. I could hardly believe my eyes. A light that bright must have been the sun. Instead, as my eyes adjusted, I saw the truth. Each eye of the robot burned as brightly as the sun. In no time at all, I was blinded. There was much movement and bumping, but I regained my sight shortly, in a dimply lit and sparse room.
not flexible smarter than me funny noises coming out of it can do math fast
There was was a robot who was afraid of mice. The robot was huge and cumbersome and the mice were small and agile. It was this juxtaposition that baffled and alarmed the robot. “What could this creature do to him?” he wondered.
So there was a robot and it became so intelligent. So intelligent that The humans were jealous of it. It could rule the world with out having to have war. It didn’t have to run into the petty drama that people have. The only thing that it realized it could never do was love. For some reason, this was something that it didn’t understand. All the humans put up with all their ridiculousness for something, and this was the one thing the robot could not achieve. The robot was lonely, being the only one of his kind, and not capable of love (which was the only thing it ever wanted).
would it be easier to be one. stupid question. no. and yes. and no. and yes. if I were a robot i wouldn’t have a problem deciding, would I. there you go. maybe it is a “yes.” I wouldn’t have to deal with a lot of things if I were one.
like when you say dont think just write and the mechanics of your brain reach down to the mechanical spines of your fingers and what you write is that you’re still in love with the same damn person. like you are programmed that way and no matter how much rebooting and restarting and systems restore alls you hit, you are never gonna give them up.
robots are cool shit. i bet one day they will rule the world, like that episode of futurama when the robots turned against the humans because mom turned them on to destroy mode. and there was that adorable little card that sang the song and had the baby voice. what a good show. but back to robots. i’d get one just to chill with. maybe have a place to grind my weed. that would be sick!
Sitting at the keyboard, Elwyn the Robot pounded away. After his third book that afternoon, he hit the “publish” button and turned to Sadie, the coffee maker and electro-winked at her. “What say we go off for a little mingling of electrons after work?” he said.
Sadie percolated for a moment and said, “I would love to. Let us go now.”
Elwyn scanned her with his infra-eye and said, “I’m sorry, I am programmed merely for writing of romance novels and passionate, meaningless trysts; not for flouting protocols,” and turned back to his work.
I once met a Robot named Stacy. She was very kind to me when no one else was. she found me at rock bottom and picked me up and when I was at the top i brought her with me. Everyone said she had no heart because she was a robot. but she gave me a life and i love her.
metal human like thing that does whatever a human commands of it. has no real brain or emotion, i wish it did. usually robots go crazy and get smarter and smarter and kill everyone in mass murders. i still think they mean well. poor robots. they were never be understood.
And when he woked up, the robot was still looking at him. Blinking.
This would be the third time that I’ve used the word robot tonight. I like to use this word, apparently, but not to the extreme. I said previously that the word “robot” can be used in many forms in modern day America, from daily household appliances to a creation invented to better the lives of lazy families.