Red robot, red robot… with a little process. Beepboop!


Red robot, red robot… with a little process. Beepboop!


Blue-bot?

The robot turned it’s attention from its drink and regarded me quietly, steadily. The last time I had been looked at that way was by a cat. Not as a threat; not prey; but as a subject worthy of some small amount of attention.
Defying explanation, cascading discharges from unassigned sectors of random access memory would result in false images of titans towering over the landscape. A vision of the past or future…?

Moodily lit.

Click-whirrrr-ka-chunk

The robots are a little late to MerMay, but here we are. 

Did you come visit the robots? Thanks for stopping by to say “hi!” The robots are set up for day two– beepboop!

In an on-going quest to lower its duty cycle, 8er7 parked the truck in an out-of-the-way spot and descended to the ground to spend some time sampling the EMR and charging its batteries. After some time on the a cat approached. By way of introduction, 8er7 reached out an end effector to the cat, who sniffed at it tentatively, ultimately unimpressed with what the robot might have had to offer.

I said: “I can’t. I don’t have time– it’s late. Goodnight!”
The robot said: “I’m going to sit here with this camera. You can spare 10 minutes– no more than that. Just draw something; it doesn’t need to be a masterpiece.”
Thanks for the reminder, robots.

Another version of the Reaper Of Obsolescence?

Robots in clothes.
