Robot caught in a moment of Deep Thought. The robots are not so rapid-fire with their responses these days. The more we talk, the more sophisticated and nuanced their contributions are.
With increasing frequency we’ve been having discussions about non-physical characteristics. Personality tests have become a fad. One of my favorite questions to ask of the robots I meet is: “What color is a robot’s heart?” It’s a great springboard into a nearly bottomless conversation.
During a casual evening of conversation and drinks (it was just me drinking really) this individual introduced itself to me as the shop coordinator for a nearby heavy industrial manufacturing facility. “What sorts of things do you do there?” I asked. It rocked forward in its chair and boomed at me “What don’t we do?!” It then punctuated this statement by actually slapping the table. The robots are obviously watching TV programs.
“This way, please,” said the robot, gesturing towards the door. I made a non-specific sound of acknowledgement, distracted as I was by finishing a text message on my phone. When I looked up the robot was several steps ahead but had stopped in its tracks, looking back over its shoulder at me. This was a first; the robots usually wait for me to take action before they do so.
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If a robot could be described as “looking surprised,” this one did. At the sound of my approach, the robot whirled around in a buzz of servos. Whether or not the robot was surprised, I certainly was and took an involuntary step back.
The sun had set some time ago and all that was left was a lingering blue light refracting through the atmosphere. I paused for a moment in a bubble of quietude, noting that I had an observer. The robot did not move, and continued to watch as I continued on my way up the street.
I was telling the robots about how I’ve been feeling like I was “in a slump” lately. They didn’t quite understand and tried to equate it to “voltage sag.” I drew them a picture and I could tell their neural networks were making new connections.
The robots are, in general, fans of comic book art. The older, deeply analog stuff. They are fascinated by the concept of “superhero.” That a being could have abilities and powers (“upgrades and peripherals”) that can be both a blessing and a curse.
I’ve fallen out of my regular cadence of drawing the robots. I went along on a hike with this one, and during a pause I asked if it wouldn’t mind standing still for just a minute. Using primarily the chisel bibs of my markers I sketched out a portrait as quickly as I could. Like stretching out limbs after a long roadtrip, it felt good to draw again, and a little awkward.
The robot wandered among the trunks in the ancient stand of trees. Not wanting the pierce the mystery created by the fog and mists, the robot left its millimeter-wave radar offline.