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Routine of Robots
The light flashes, as bright as it is, it could light up a whole room, you do not alter your stance. Sitting there, you just press another button. Another light flashes, this one is can be found slightly higher, on the same console. Again, no change in your stance, no real reaction. But button gets pressed again, you feel like you could become best of friends. Another light flashes, as before, your seem to give no reaction. This is your routine of course, each day you need to react to the changes in front of you. of course, the reactions here do not register on an emotional scale. You press your new best friend again. Now a different button flashes, this one is much brighter and seems to command more authority. My, such a big flash you have there. You feel like you have just made enemies with your new best friend, leaving it to rot in the realm of no touching you move to the clear plastic casing. With ease you break the feeble resistance offered by the clip on the case as it springs open revealing the special button underneath. This must be what cheating feels like, having your own private affair. You wonder how your old friend would react if it knew, if only it knew. Somewhere far away, something happened but now you have to just go back to your normal task, back to your old friend as if nothing ever happened. Not a single word about your quick affair.
The living room at dusk, everything is dimly lit. This time of day is never full of happy emotions. Instead, it seems like the whole world knows its the end of something. The end of the day, end of your time. Maybe the end of you. Something to regret, to wish would never happen. Its one of those things where you go against logic. Nothing lasts forever, yet in the beginning you feel that it will. Denial, your long term marriage partner. Just like with your parents, you act like they will never die until the day it creeps on you and destroys your life for a while. Death, the grandparents who you hate to see. Now here you sense the end, the sun is fading, the night is getting stronger. The air itself has feels like it has given up on trying and sacrifices its heat to the nights sky. It is argued that cold is simply the lack of heat. Both will kill you in the extreme, fussy buggers. Now this is something that can not be stopped, you can not get your day back nor can it go on forever. This brings on the sadness, realisation, your moving though the stages. Denial, I think I want a divorce.
It is at this time, that you sit here working on the buttons again. This time, you have joined a different social circle. Instead of those flashy buttons that you are sure how some kind of importance in a different world, you have this small block. It feels smooth in your hand and you guess it is there to each teach a child to count or to test your reflexes at pushing buttons. Maybe getting practice for the bigger buttons you had to deal with earlier. This time, with the push of each button, something does change. each button feels like a distant cousin to its block. They are the same colour yes, but their face is a different shape. Their hair colour is slightly different too but this comes into effect with the change in the feel of their skin. Instead of the smoothness of the block you have a rough face with different numbers printed on them. Moving your heaving thumb over them, you can trace out the outline of the mighty numbers, as small as they are they feel like monsters now. Pressing the 4 now brings on what sounds like music, objects in front of you a moving in a weird fashion. Some seem to be following a set pattern while one in the middle decided to go against the trend. To rebulk society and the rules it imposes yet still trying to be friends with everyone. They slightly following the others, expect their mouth is moving and that thing in the hand just gives the whole game away. Strangely the camera seems to focus on them a lot more. You do not give any merit to what is being said, sounds like a lot of nonsense.
You move down to the 7 and the screen changes to an army of black and white in some kind of fussy war. No one seems to be winning of losing and both sides appear to have an unlimited amount of reinforcements, although you can not be sure whether anything actually leaves or arrives. The noise accomplished to this is so very soothing it makes you feel sleepy. Ah sleep, the nectar of your life. The fuss seems to be stuck in an external battle so you guess it would not make much difference whether you stayed for support as the singular spectator here or left for better pastures. Moving to the top right of the block, the button with the red symbol is next in your line of subordinate fools to push about. This one seems to have the effect you want, an empty sound takes over the room leaving darkness as a blanket over you and the room. Looks like play time is over now.
This is your routine, every day. The route programmed into you. A session from the object creator in front of you. Next is a pre planned trip though the concrete world into another concrete world. This leads to your fun world of buttons. After that, a reverse of the earlier actions as you decompose from your current position until you end up back in front of the object creator. This is your life, back and forth. A robot could live your life. Are you sure you are not one? Everyday you are ruled by the rules around you like a robot, you wake up, watch TV. You leave and go to work. At work you operate the general computers the reacting to certain events, all in accordance to your contract. Just like a robot. Everything you do here has no meaning to you, you press a button. Wow, the world jumps in joy. Maybe you helped feed a thousand people. Maybe you just ordered someone to deliver a baby. Or maybe you just responded to a command to run another command. Somewhere far away a sensor takes a temperature and informs you of this temperature. You have to press the right button to confirm you have acknowledge such number. If the temperature is too high, then the big button flashes and you have to give a different reaction. Still, all this is pre programmed. All set in your contract and guidelines. Are you sure you breathe? Can you feel it if I pinch you here. Now doing this, it feels like nothing. You can press buttons all day long and see no result. In fact, you have no way of knowing that you are actually pressing things that are connected to other...things. For all you know, they could just be buttons leading to no where that you are being paid to press for the fun of it. Yet they do have a purpose, each normal button press creates a record of said button press. Each press of the special button, I wonder if it remembers our one night stand, sends a signal somewhere so some one can do something important. Two states yet, everything is the same to you. Afterwards, you follow the same path to here but in reverse, a simple algorithm. When you are home sitting in that room at dusk, playing with yet more buttons you wonder. Why am I here. Maybe this is why you feel this way at dusk, another day is ending and you have not actually lived on it. Another day wasted, tick tock. good bye life good bye time. The routine of robots
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Routine of Robots
The light flashes, as bright as it is, it could light up a whole room, you do not alter your stance. Sitting there, you just press another button. Another light flashes, this one is can be found slightly higher, on the same console. Again, no change in your stance, no real reaction. But button gets pressed again, you feel like you could become best of friends. Another light flashes, as before, your seem to give no reaction. This is your routine of course, each day you need to react to the changes in front of you. of course, the reactions here do not register on an emotional scale. You press your new best friend again. Now a different button flashes, this one is much brighter and seems to command more authority. My, such a big flash you have there. You feel like you have just made enemies with your new best friend, leaving it to rot in the realm of no touching you move to the clear plastic casing. With ease you break the feeble resistance offered by the clip on the case as it springs open revealing the special button underneath. This must be what cheating feels like, having your own private affair. You wonder how your old friend would react if it knew, if only it knew. Somewhere far away, something happened but now you have to just go back to your normal task, back to your old friend as if nothing ever happened. Not a single word about your quick affair.
The living room at dusk, everything is dimly lit. This time of day is never full of happy emotions. Instead, it seems like the whole world knows its the end of something. The end of the day, end of your time. Maybe the end of you. Something to regret, to wish would never happen. Its one of those things where you go against logic. Nothing lasts forever, yet in the beginning you feel that it will. Denial, your long term marriage partner. Just like with your parents, you act like they will never die until the day it creeps on you and destroys your life for a while. Death, the grandparents who you hate to see. Now here you sense the end, the sun is fading, the night is getting stronger. The air itself has feels like it has given up on trying and sacrifices its heat to the nights sky. It is argued that cold is simply the lack of heat. Both will kill you in the extreme, fussy buggers. Now this is something that can not be stopped, you can not get your day back nor can it go on forever. This brings on the sadness, realisation, your moving though the stages. Denial, I think I want a divorce.
It is at this time, that you sit here working on the buttons again. This time, you have joined a different social circle. Instead of those flashy buttons that you are sure how some kind of importance in a different world, you have this small block. It feels smooth in your hand and you guess it is there to each teach a child to count or to test your reflexes at pushing buttons. Maybe getting practice for the bigger buttons you had to deal with earlier. This time, with the push of each button, something does change. each button feels like a distant cousin to its block. They are the same colour yes, but their face is a different shape. Their hair colour is slightly different too but this comes into effect with the change in the feel of their skin. Instead of the smoothness of the block you have a rough face with different numbers printed on them. Moving your heaving thumb over them, you can trace out the outline of the mighty numbers, as small as they are they feel like monsters now. Pressing the 4 now brings on what sounds like music, objects in front of you a moving in a weird fashion. Some seem to be following a set pattern while one in the middle decided to go against the trend. To rebulk society and the rules it imposes yet still trying to be friends with everyone. They slightly following the others, expect their mouth is moving and that thing in the hand just gives the whole game away. Strangely the camera seems to focus on them a lot more. You do not give any merit to what is being said, sounds like a lot of nonsense.
You move down to the 7 and the screen changes to an army of black and white in some kind of fussy war. No one seems to be winning of losing and both sides appear to have an unlimited amount of reinforcements, although you can not be sure whether anything actually leaves or arrives. The noise accomplished to this is so very soothing it makes you feel sleepy. Ah sleep, the nectar of your life. The fuss seems to be stuck in an external battle so you guess it would not make much difference whether you stayed for support as the singular spectator here or left for better pastures. Moving to the top right of the block, the button with the red symbol is next in your line of subordinate fools to push about. This one seems to have the effect you want, an empty sound takes over the room leaving darkness as a blanket over you and the room. Looks like play time is over now.
This is your routine, every day. The route programmed into you. A session from the object creator in front of you. Next is a pre planned trip though the concrete world into another concrete world. This leads to your fun world of buttons. After that, a reverse of the earlier actions as you decompose from your current position until you end up back in front of the object creator. This is your life, back and forth. A robot could live your life. Are you sure you are not one? Everyday you are ruled by the rules around you like a robot, you wake up, watch TV. You leave and go to work. At work you operate the general computers the reacting to certain events, all in accordance to your contract. Just like a robot. Everything you do here has no meaning to you, you press a button. Wow, the world jumps in joy. Maybe you helped feed a thousand people. Maybe you just ordered someone to deliver a baby. Or maybe you just responded to a command to run another command. Somewhere far away a sensor takes a temperature and informs you of this temperature. You have to press the right button to confirm you have acknowledge such number. If the temperature is too high, then the big button flashes and you have to give a different reaction. Still, all this is pre programmed. All set in your contract and guidelines. Are you sure you breathe? Can you feel it if I pinch you here. Now doing this, it feels like nothing. You can press buttons all day long and see no result. In fact, you have no way of knowing that you are actually pressing things that are connected to other...things. For all you know, they could just be buttons leading to no where that you are being paid to press for the fun of it. Yet they do have a purpose, each normal button press creates a record of said button press. Each press of the special button, I wonder if it remembers our one night stand, sends a signal somewhere so some one can do something important. Two states yet, everything is the same to you. Afterwards, you follow the same path to here but in reverse, a simple algorithm. When you are home sitting in that room at dusk, playing with yet more buttons you wonder. Why am I here. Maybe this is why you feel this way at dusk, another day is ending and you have not actually lived on it. Another day wasted, tick tock. good bye life good bye time. The routine of robots
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Do you feel this? *pinches*