“Due to localized EMR exposure, I was unable to trust input from my sensors. I had to engage in triple redundant checks of my surroundings. I still could not confirm whether or not I was being followed.”
While traversing a deep, narrow ravine, the traveling companions discovered an anomalous opening in the face of one wall. The dimensions of the passage were oddly uniform— not the result of natural erosion processes. The light from outside quickly dimmed to a murky gloom. “Should we proceed with documenting this passage?” asked one. “No,” replied the other. “My batteries are not fully charged. Let’s get into the sun so we can fully charge and then return.”
One evening a robot asked me if I might be interested in doing some shopping. Of course I said yes! We walked a few minutes through the center of town to a bustling, vibrantly lit, street market. There were tiny shops, stalls, carts, even small tables with banners; all displaying all manner of goods. The robots had a most interesting system: I didn’t witness any money or currency change hands. They appeared to either barter or use a form of social or reputation credit. Their transactions were fascinating!
The inner lives of the robots are complex and nuanced; this is multiplied by several orders of magnitude by their shared (networked?) dreaming (visions?). They seem to have no worries— reality, to them, is what they decide upon, individually and collectively.
The traveling companions sat together in silence for while, observing the setting sun, all communications paused save for the occasional keep-alive message.
Helping each other by turns, the two traveling companions made their way to the rocky promontory. They found the colors of the sunset notable, especially the longer wavelengths. “The view from this vantage is worth saving,” declared one to the other.
I met a robot that was displaying a most unusual coloration. They were also making use of a large, flowing cloak. “I was once an intense crimson but many days exploring the desert have left my housings somewhat faded. Fortunately I used ND filter goggles from the very beginning to protect my photoreceptors so it’s just my paint that’s suffered.” (This robot portrait was a response to a “draw this in your style” challenge by @pernilleoerum on Instagram, hers is the second image, of the human.)
The traveling robot that has befriended me recently shared a story unlike any other. If fact I was so astounded that I made no notes and simply listened, transfixed. When they were done, robot then abruptly stood and left, tossing an excuse over their shoulder. I sat in stunned silence for a moment and then quickly sketched something based on the incandescent story still burning through my brain. Like an over-exposed photograph, detail was washed out and lacking. I vowed to speak to the robot again and compose a proper visual document of their story.
“When we dream, we are collectively sharing random sectors of memory contributed by individuals. These are mixed, segmented, and shared again with the group. Through this iterative process patterns may emerge from which new insight may be gained.”
The dreams behind my eyes… my discussions with the robots about how they dream are some of the most interesting and engrossing i’ve ever had. Consciousness, awareness, mindfulness, sense of self— I could write a book.