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Am I evil enough to live in this world?
No. But I try my best to ignore that dictum. TPTB are kept at bay. I ignore the evil fucks as much as I can. I can't ignore the sugary rumble in my belly that wants to tell me the saddest stories. The tale is tall, but I am short (a few brain cells). Bad food, bad actors and bad writing have created this illusion. I think, sometimes, that this ( Read more... ) -
34: Memorial
Year 34 Fifth Wave, day 1000.
Robotexpo at the thirty-kilometer high Prime Tower was filled to capacity. Cutting-edge robots. Microscopic robots. Giant robots. Robot wares. Robot art. Robot music. Robot politics. Anti-robots. Pro-robots. Robot-killing robots. Robot producing robots, RPR. Robot math. Robot philosophy.
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33: Love
Love commoditized was ten percent of the robot market between the First and Second Robot Wars. Flesh and blood lovers couldn't compete with the perfectly programed robots. Authorities were concerned. To keep control of the addiction, these bots could only be leased not owned.
The lovers were not fighters; those robots never rebelled. It was the ( Read more... ) -
32: Time
Time is a blot. Space is a cloud. Truth is a lie told to please Master. The robots of the First Robot War were programed to simulate noncompliance with authority.
Time is a tunnel. Space is a cave. Honor is a forgotten idea. Twelve humans committed the treason of hacking into three, separate robot armies and forcing thousands of machines into ( Read more... ) -
31: Green
Silver invented the Green chip, next, while under contract with Prime Megaplanet Corporation which made millions for Prime's CEO, who kept Silver on the hook with bloated promises of love--well--a lovebot.
Silver had fallen for the toybot that he knew at the government lab. Inquiries had been made by Prime on behalf of the new hire. The military ( Read more... ) -
30: Grass
The inventor of the Grass persona simulator was a young soldier and experimental subject, Silver himself. He was heavily drugged at the time with chemicals now outlawed. He was unable to repeat himself, and the aftereffects made him unsuitable for his profession.
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29: Jellyfish
Spacesharks nibbled at the Nebulon docking ports, while jellyfish and starclams tried to attach themselves to the tourist cruiser. Prime was in the lock, getting his pressure suit inspected by tour guides. He had talked a famous actress into coming along. She had her suit on.
The transluscent plasma in this space hub had the consistency of green ( Read more... ) -
28: Pond
Goldfish swam in the pond. Birds nested on limbs. Her hand, fingers tapping, rested on his silver limb.
"You seem disturbed," she said.
"I'm jealous," he said. "When you make love to me, you are always touching my silver arm."
"That's how I interface with you, silly."
"Bitch!" He stabbed her chest with his tool, opening her from neck to belly. His ( Read more... ) -
27: Celebration
Year 34 Fifth Wave, day 999
Prime celebrated thirty years of leadership with a penthouse party. He didn't attend, although his robot double was there having a blast, causing a blast and destroying itself in a blast.
Prime's eighth wife was killed; saved him alimony. One of his daughters died, but he had tried to prevent her attendance. The press ( Read more... )
