Humanising the Robot – Part 1

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He was just 4 years old when he decided to remove the buttons from his outsides

The panel on his front, was larger than all the other robots because he had travelled, a rarity in ‘bot-land’

But he was also very rare (even without the travel)

He was bogged down, feeling too much compassion, love, anger, disdain, fear, yearning…and a need for control and power

When he was left to his own devices, these emotions weren’t a problem. Like all other robots he was emotional, whilst being totally emotionally detached

But when he was with other normal people and also, other bot people, at home and in the playground, they insisted on pushing his buttons. He didn’t understand what happened inside him when someone pressed fear, but he knew it was grossly un-pleasant. He understood how good it felt when he was touched on his upper chest, but the buttons over his belly button were painful and seemingly pointless

Being as his emotions were mounted on a metal plate, no matter how hard he tried to remove them, he couldn’t shift their mass. Until one night, he had the best dream of his life. In this dream he went to school and he came home for the evening and the buttons didn’t work. No matter who pressed what, he was FINE

Fine felt great, in comparison to the cumulative effect of all the other feelings

Fine felt fantastic compared to the horror he felt when they set their sights on him

Fine rang through his head…

I’ll be fine, I’m fine, the weather is fine today, in time you’ll be just fine

All’s well that ends…FINE

He knew the value of fine more than most, but ONLY because he knew TOO well, that NOT being remotely ‘fine’, was the opposite to divine

What he didn’t learn before that fate-full dream, was that FINE and DIVINE were not the same thing

Not the same thing at all

Between the ages of 4 and 6, he worked tirelessly, reading textbooks and developing his skills. until he was a full on ‘metal boy’!

On the eve of his 6th birthday, he finally turned the plate inwards and it took him just 7 more hours to place placebo buttons onto his front, in place of the real ones

By age 10, feeling anything at all was a distant memory, but he found himself still longing and still empty. Longing for a high, a high that previously had only been found, via his shiny buttons and the people who pressed them

And then he discovered his body for the first time

His first night with a girl, She caressed his metal chest and as she pressed on joy and euphoria, to his surprise, he felt a tiny spark

The sort of sparks he hadn’t found for years. So his body became his tool, along with his unique and tantalising mind

He watched everyone around him with curious disdain, and wondered why there were so many weak people, wondered why they continued to feel so much, when it took up so much time

His time was cleverly spent perfecting – both mind and body

People were attracted to him and he found this one-sided emotional journey intriguing and fascinating. He pushed everyone else’s buttons, and observed and studied the emotions of others, he watched them come to life

And for moments, his body met their soul and mind and he was given the chance to feel alive, even if it was only through his body

It was a rather spandangly body, I must note! 🙂

Some nights he wanted more, he longed for more, and he would hold the hand of his lover for hours at a time, (a robotic empath needs touch to feel). So touch he did, he touched everyone he could and he relished in the power he obtained when he broke all contact, and watched his lovers continue to bleed the very emotions that held him back, one day a long time ago…

And then one awful day, he discovered he had cancer

His only shot at life was full amputation of all his limbs; he lay there in a hospital bed, just a head and a chest. A chest with 17 buttons upon it, none of which worked anymore

He slipped into depression and it was unexplainable. He wondered

How do I feel this shit? How, when I removed my buttons, and this shit…when I was 6 years old.

His mind was highly developed and this became a curse, he couldn’t stop thinking, or wondering, Wondering how he was feeling something again

His father finally gave him the answer

They crossed in the hallway at 3.33am one chilly winter evening, and his dad confronted him

Son, I gave birth to you but what I didn’t tell you was…

Your great-grandmother was human, so the buttons were always your main source of feeling, and I knew if you suffered too much damage, your robotic genes would be over-ridden by your human sections, and your feelings would surface

“Son did you tamper with your buttons?”

“No Dad”

“Son, did you tamper with your buttons?”

“NO”

Yes you did. I watched you doing the same thing I did to my buttons, when I was 9 years old

You placed your soul and your heart in your feet, and I know this gave you immense legs. Legs that could travel the world, and kick forever without tiring, but now your feet are gone…

So your legs are gone too

The robot felt sadder and sadder as every day ticked by, he didn’t have the strength to even try to turn the buttons back, plus, he knew if he felt this bad just due to generations old genes, the buttons would only exacerbate the pain

And then one day, he met his Marilyn BOt-roe. He didn’t know she was his perfect match for sure, until he pressed her euphoria button and he saw quasi emotion and faux intensity, her acting was impeccable BUT

He saw it in her anyway (It takes one to know one)

Their eyes met, their metal touched and he knew immediately that her heart and soul, too lived in her feet

And they lived FINE-ally ever after

Who needs divine when you can have a lifetimes worth of FINE?

The soul and the divine, never reached…

Their bodies or their minds

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About Littlebeut333

'Random Spillages from a Reportedly Strange mind’… Hello all :) I’m Dawny, the littlest of the Beuts..and my brain spillage content varies from the profoundly philosophical, to utter bilge ://…Life is my inspiration. I write about friends, love, the soul, society, shrinks, people, labels, home, mothers, perfect moments, dirty politicians, music, pain, beauty, women, religion, god, mental health, the demise of humanity!!! etc…hence the ‘random’. All spilled through the eye of my ‘ever musing, slightly philosophical mind’. Although I write mostly for enjoyment, and to empty my oh so busy head; sharing my snippets appeals to me, and I also love reading the thought trails of others. I would be most chuffed if anyone comes across my page and has a browse (and if you do, thanks in advance). I guess the biggest compliment would be if, for you, my rambles are either :- slightly different from the norm, enjoyable, amusing, unenjoyable, and/or thought/emotion provoking. Whatever them thoughts or emotions might be…The good, the bad, the ugly..and everything in between!! ;)… I accidently fell in love with writing a while ago, and from that time, my inspiration has come solely from lifes varied encounters, feelings, knowledge, memories and thoughts. Welcome to my archives, to some sections of my mind :0 Dawny

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