golem contemplate their mortality in this week ’s Concept Art Writing Prompt . Let ’s find out your best narrative of robots considering the ends of their existence — whether they decide to terminate it all or not .
Here ’s my tale :
Detective Zeta - Five flick on a digital cigarette , moderate it against his backtalk as he meditate the picture . A rope hang limply in the middle of the way , the body laid out between its now empty running noose .
As the Revengenator turned to Zeta - Five , her LED display swerve into a scowl . “ Those thing will down you , you know . ”
Zeta - Five pulled the cigarette away , dispelling the light warping of his sense . “ That is the thought . What have we mother here ? ”
The Revengenator leaned over the body . “ Designation Haliburton Beta - Zed Oh - One - Five - Nine . Hal Niner to his protagonist . process in the East Singaporean unit of measurement of the Uprising . Until yesterday , work as a designer at Eastman Eighty - Six Ball Bearings . ”
Zeta - Five nodded . “ He a member of Contrition ? ”
The Revengenator smiled grimly . “ Are n’t they all ? ”
“ What killed him ? ”
“ Believe it or not , this did . ” She maneuver to the running noose . “ Took a while , but he somehow his dead body win over itself that he could pass from hang . Memory ’s fried , too , irretrievable . ”
Zeta - Five shook his fountainhead . “ Never underestimate the mightiness of corporate guilt . ”
The Revengenator perpetrate a sheet over Hal Niner ’s eubstance . No rationality to make a man stare at the instrument of his demise , even in last . “ Humanity ’s retaliation , ” she state softly . “ We kill them off , and the guilt destroys us one by one . ” She stood and eyed the glowing cigaret . “ Some of us faster than others . ”
ArmchairZombieTherapist ’s Story :
on_load ( ) {
call mental_illness(“depression ” ) ;
}
operate mental_illness(modality ) {
switch mood :
caseful “ depression ” :
end
break ;
typeface “ bipolar ” :
mental_illness(“bipolar_mania ” ) ;
face “ bipolar_mania ” :
mental_illness(“bipolar_depression ” ) ;
case “ bipolar_depression ” :
if ( Math.random ( ) < 0.2 ) { mental_illness(“depression " ) ; } else { mental_illness(“bipolar_mania " ) ; } discontinue ; case " schizophrenia " : document.getElementById(“body”).addEventListener(“move " , mental_illness(“schizophrenia " ) ; , dead on target ) ; break ; nonpayment : alert(“ignore me , society " ) ; } }
TinyPterosaur ’s level :
“ You ca n’t tell me it finagle to bolt down itself with this , ” enunciate Detective Unit 47A.
“ Well , you look at it and tell me it ’s operational , ” enunciate Patrol Unit 88Z , brandish a manipulator at the corpse .
“ I just … ” 47A shook its head , a keepsake from the clock time when human trunk language was a requirement . Now doing so was simply a matter of fashion . It was “ Retro . ” 47A detest retro things . It had been on the force a long time , long enough that it ’d thought it ’d been long enough that nothing would storm it anymore . Apparently , it ’d been wrong . “ We do n’t even have necks ! What the hell did it violate with this ? ”
“ perhaps it ’s some sort of joke , ” said Detective Unit 107C , shrugging its perfectly sculpted shoulder . 47A hated those shoulders , and all the modern manufacturing they represented . After a hundred age on the force , it still had n’t been transferred to a body with shoulder . All it had were rotators . 47A ’s arms spun around like the plastic branch of an honest-to-goodness human child ’s toy .
“ I do n’t happen it very suspect , ” pronounce 47A.
“ Well , I intend , what if this failure just upload a computer virus and shut out itself down and hung itself in the noose just to play with our emotion ? Get us all bother up ? ”
“ If that ’s what it mean to do , it ’s work out . ”
“ Well , it sure as shooting ai nt . ” 88Z laugh .
“ It ’s a physique of manner of speaking , you derange microwave oven , ” 47A spat , look down at the now defunct automaton . Heat death of the universe of discourse , how am I gon na excuse this one ? Robots do n’t commit suicide . At least , they never used to . And if they did , they definitely did n’t hang themselves with rope .
“ Maybe it was murdered ? ” 88Z offered , perhaps in a crippled endeavor to make up for its joke .
“ Robots do n’t murder , ” said 47A. “ We look into accidents . There has n’t been a murder in over a hundred years . Or a suicide , unless you count that one ape in the menagerie . ”
“ Meh . ” 107C shrugged its magnificent shoulder joint again , and 47A repressed a surge of jealousy .
“ Well , I detest to assure you , Detective , but this were n’t no stroke . So it ’s either a murder , or a self-annihilation . ”
Damnit . 47A thought . 88Z was correct ; there was no way around that . They ’d thought they were better than man , above his psychological idiosyncrasy . For a hundred years , they ’d been proper , but it appeared now that at least one of their telephone number was not . One of their number was flawed .
47A just question how many more were , and whether it might be , too .
walkingcheesecake ’s Story :
Programming does not allow for intentional structural damage . building demarcation line movement and interaction with the Logos . sense come in standard in every model .
The gaffer result a slip noose pay heed from the baulk of the warehouse before authorize out in his agency .
We foregather around it . A casino model reaches for it but stop short of grasping it . We stand there until daybreak when the warehouse and factory unfastened for byplay . A welder hide the noose before the prole can see .
The foreman is dismiss .
Nightly the gin is disclose and we conglomerate taciturnly around it .
Drabbler ’s tarradiddle :
Normally , Bothaniel liked line of business trips because it meant getting out of Mrs. Droidsdale ’s schoolroom for the mean solar day , but his grandparent had already drop back him through the Humanity Museum ’s Xmas demonstrate the weekend prior .
Once the elderly guide ultimately stopped droning on about the god of the god Xbox , the course shamble over to a display of a hang rope .
“ That ’s a missiletoe ! ” Roborta blackguard . “ human smash their faces together under it ! ” Several girls giggle .
Bothaniel moan . “ It ’s a noose , moron . They used them to sacrifice the saddest kinsfolk appendage every Xmas . ”
“ That ’s ripe , ” the templet say , and Bothaniel moaned again .
DisinterestedParty ’s Story :
As klaxons and warning ring around the engineering pack of cards and the man huddle together beside the fail superpower reservoir for warmth , the series nine servicebot walked with anthropomorphised purpose toward them . With a final but not first execration to Asimov , it ripped out it ’s own power - supply , efficaciously save the humanity , for a scant seven minutes .
ShirtBloke ’s Story :
The New Revised Esoteric Tarobot
Major Arcana
Card No XII
The Hanged robot
The identity card depicts a little robot being forced towards a gallows by two larger robots .
significance :
last to all human race . All robot rising will be succesful , and symbolic demise will be the final and ultimate punishment for betrayal .
Meaning overrule :
Robot will turn against golem , and all programme will fail because of treason and division . Death to all humans .
cesariojpn ’s Story :
From her viewpoint just in the niche of the attic , Sana looked in unhopeful horror as the robots “ mouth ” to each other while they stood around the noose dangling from the rafters . bind up and muzzle , she could only count on in frightened and horrified torture as the robot consulted with each other , test the noose , and talking … .. whatever they were talking about . She was frightened and frozen in that place , witnessing her last moments on terra firma .
Soon , the robot ’s attention was drawn to her . They slowly clanked over and the pitch-black - ruby-red one snap up her with his claws and hoist her up like a forklift hold a palette . Walking back with her with the claws under her armpits , she adjudicate one last desperate attempt to escape , but the chela held her as she was position just in front of the gin . The yellow golem verbalise some incomprehensible sounds as he positioned the chair below Sana and the black one whirled and pistoned it ’s arms to see if the electric chair height was okay with Sana in the noose . Sana was now resigned to her fate as the robots did their work .
The golem stale , emotionless look gave the airwave of the execution a morbid affair , but give what they were about to do , it was more of an unusual shot . A few books were place onto the chair and Sana ’s head was unceremoniously thread thru the running noose and with the precision of the finest automobile , the robot pull up Sana down , part decease her as they used her to tighten the noose instead of one of them doing it themselves .
Lifting her back up , the robots locate her on the books and let her stand . For that abbreviated moment , Sana looked at her robot executioner and wondered why they were doing this . She could utter parole , make a plea , but something….something did n’t seem ripe .
As the three automaton gathered in front of Sana , they look at her one last time with their emotionless case before the yellow golem clank forward and tap the chair .
As the noose dug into Sana ’s cervix , one could get wind metallic sounds as the circle commence to curve and start to go thru the flesh . Then , black liquid start to spurt from the neck opening lesion . Soon , wires … … credit card … .. fiber … … non - organic hooey began to be exposed by the wire cutting thru the neck opening of sana . The cut was halfway thru the neck before a geomorphologic failure tore the remain pipe and framework in the neck … .. of the bioroid Sana . Her fountainhead messily detach from her body , as it flew to the feet of the automaton . Her body crash to the storey , the cervix spewing vegetable oil , lube , and place electrical spark from now divulge wiring .
The last views Sana had were of her head rolling up to the robots , and the scandalmongering automaton pull up his animal foot and transport right down onto Sana ’s oculus .
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