This is something some people have already seen, but today I came across the worn-out piece of paper on which it resides. My central nervous system, subdued as it is, has prevented me from creating a new robot today, so stumbling upon this item seems, if not lucky, then at least not unlucky. Also, this is the first time a high resolution version of it has been available to assuage whatever meager curiosity it inspires, and today that feels like enough of an offering.
by Mo Martin
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by Mo Martin
A robot doesn't care that the sun burns it (It is not truly burned) and the night freezes it. (It remains unfrozen.)
A robot doesn't care that it hasn't seen a living thing for weeks, not even the rocky lizards of the outer desert.
A robot doesn't thirst or hunger.
A robot doesn't glory in the suddenly graying, cooling sky.
A robot doesn't thank God for the brief rain, even though it is acidic, and begins damaging circuits.
A robot does not fall to its knees and sob.
So what am I?
A robot doesn't care that it hasn't seen a living thing for weeks, not even the rocky lizards of the outer desert.
A robot doesn't thirst or hunger.
A robot doesn't glory in the suddenly graying, cooling sky.
A robot doesn't thank God for the brief rain, even though it is acidic, and begins damaging circuits.
A robot does not fall to its knees and sob.
So what am I?
recycling? now that's sustainable.
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