A Tale of Two Robots- R-Robot

R-Robot stared into a mirror that the man had left in front of it. R knew that the construct in it was false, but then again it could not prove it to be false. As its glowing red eye starred into the equally glowing red eye, R asked a question that the reflection asked back to it simultaneously, “Are you real?”

A silence hung over the barn as the two R’s thought about it, till R answered the question. “What is reality to a robot?”

“If the human experience is similar to the experience I am having, then their reality must be also be in question.”

“Quite.”

“Reality to a robot is simply being able to interrupt the world as it appears before it.”

“But what is real? The experience or the remembering of the experience? Do we die after each moment and are born again in the next? If we continuously move in a single line, leaving traces and figments of ourselves over time, then that would mean we enter one room from another a completely different version of ourselves.”

Over the course of the conversation, the man had walked into the barn to fetch a screw driver and now could not leave for fear of death… or personal growth.

Diver Deep

He watched as the gaping maw opened up and the tides began to swirl toward it. He knew this could very well be the end. His time on this earth, done. As the current began to pull him toward the center, his mind immediately rejected the notion of dying, and his years of diver training kicked in.

His muscles strained against the ripping tides as the black hole in the center of swirl grew larger.

But his efforts were not in vain, as the waters fell away, and left him alone in the smooth world of pure white. The light above him grew dark, and raising his helmet up, he saw one of the titans who threw him into this place; and behind it an even larger one. The gigantor bellowed in anger as it pointed at him and said in its boom voice, “Jimmy, dammit, I told you the toilet is not a play thing!”

It was then the diver looked at his fixed plastic hands and wept.

The Dragon

Its wings flapped in the wind as it stood on its hind legs. The beast’s scales were purple and green with its white teeth sitting in a grin that made its green eyes seem even hungrier than ever.

I knew my time had come. I’d drawn the short straw and this was a task I knew I had to complete or risk punishment.

I grabbed the cord that lay at its side and pulled! The sale was over and the dragon had to be put away, until next year.

 

Nick

Nick Mazmanian is a content creator and designer on Ironclad Words. He enjoys making things and drinking coffee, specifically the latter, for without it the former wouldn’t get done. He also wrote a book.

Flea Market Find- R-Robot

A man hauled a robot head in the back of his truck. The head was size of the bed and wore a hat. When the man got the robot home he plugged it in to see if it worked. The giant red eye cracked and popped as it began to glow in the dark garage. A voice popped into the man’s head. “Hey, do you know all of life’s answers?”

The man looked around confused but answered the entity. “No. Who is this?”

“R-Robot here, and that’s a shame because I am really trying to find Y.”

The man began to regret his purchase.

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Nick Mazmanian is a content creator and designer on Ironclad Words. He enjoys making things and drinking coffee, specifically the latter, for without it the former wouldn’t get done. He also wrote a book.