[What if your limited program just get in the way of… everything? I guess it doesn’t happen to humans, but man, did I sure feel too much after…
There is a place on a specific world, a decently-sized city with busy streets and power lines every few feet, smooth looking buildings that contrast from the run-down homes lined with graffiti just a few streets over. A different story from each who live in the city, a whole different life for those even a few seconds drive from the most lively and social family. A normal world, although unfortunate, is just like any other when a humans hopeless thought system is put into play. Are those programmed by humans destined to live in a society that is just the same? Ripping out each others circuits and selling them for a couple of bucks? Maybe all creatures influenced by man are doomed, and maybe they simply flow along with the current of life, the way they were supposed to. Many could argue that beings made by human have no destiny, that they could, in the end, choose any path that is visible by the robotic mind.]
Introduction:
A young man’s eyes fluttered open, empty maybe, but still human enough to appear like one. His arm twitched, and he lifted himself to a sitting position, on top of a gray table that was made to fit his height and weight almost exactly. After all, he would never be able to gain excess fat, he would never be able to grow any, especially since he came with no types of upgrades or extensions to his original form. He appeared as a human to comfort those he worked with, with brown eyes and brown hair like any other commoner. The robot has a figure built like an average male teenager, mainly due to the task he was created to carry out. The machine was built to assist younger children, much like a baby sitter, to feel slight compassion and interest in the younger children, as well as enough understanding to help the child when they feel down. However, he will never learn from the children as they will learn from him. He wont be able to feel a deep sorrow or anger like they will, as he was not programmed to do so. Simply an android made to fill the position of a guardian for children, a model bought mostly by the rich so that they don’t ask as many questions about their own existence as certain other models would. He was just like thousands of others, built from a mess of wires.
The home he lived in was quite large, as it was located in the good part of town, practically living up to its name of being a peaceful little area. The home is two stories, and even with the basement, it gives off a good feeling. The type of feeling that makes you feel like your home, in a sense. The casual rooms are covered in warm shades of brown and red, comfortable couches and chairs lined around the walls of the living room. In the middle of the living room was a table, behind it being a large TV. The dining room was like any other, a transparent table located in the center of a group of chairs, and above that table was a hand-carved crystal chandelier. The rest of the rooms showed just the same amount of wealth as the previous one, never failing to disappoint the family nor guests that would often arrive.
Of course, the robot was just another decoration as the guests came and went.
Not that he understood it, anyhow.
*****
Footsteps echoed through the halls, the wooden planks creaking as being opened the door to a child’s room.
“Jacob, it’s time to go to bed.” His voice was calm and kind. He walked up to the bed and smiled at the boy, who’s eyes showed how happy he was to see his caretaker.
“Dexter, do I reallllyy have to go to bed?” He questioned, followed quickly by a sigh and eye-roll.
“Well, it would be a good thing to do so you aren’t all tired in the morning.” Dexter warned as his smaller partner’s eyes widened with excitement.
“You mean we’re actually going to go on a walk tomorrow, like you said!”
“It would be good for your daily exercise, so your parents said it was alright.”
“Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU DEX!”
“Well, I didn’t do that much…”
“You did a lot for me though.”
The relationship between the two had always been strong. Dexter had took care of Jacob from the age of 4, from cleaning him to teaching the kid the basics, the robot had always been a supervisor of the child. He had told him stories and protected him from the monsters under his bed, insisting that if anyone ever attacked him, he would save him. The speech always sounded sincere in the eyes of Jacob, and he looked up to the heroic figure as his brother, his older, wiser comrade that feared nothing. He never saw him as a mess of bolts and circuit boards, but as an organic being, one who radiated the warmth and bravery of a real human. Dexter had been the only one he could actually count as a friend, and although he was outgoing in his classes, he never had a bond with anyone as strong as he did with Dexter.
His brother.
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Ehh, a bit short, but I've had this done for a while and really didn't feel like adding much to it. Basically it's just been wasting away in my notes, so I dragged it out and thought "What the hell, I’ll post it now." I'm pretty sure ill finish it, seeing as I have it mapped out in my mind along with the sequel. (Yes, I think far ahead. DON'T JUDGE ME.) I get wordy here and there, probably mess up with my tenses a bit, some useless description, etc. I'm proud of myself since I never get much done anyways. Feel free to give my criticism, it just makes me realize my mistakes, y'know? So yeah, enjoy.
GRIP
[PG 14]
-Heavy Language
-Gore
[What if your limited program just get in the way of… everything? I guess it doesn’t happen to humans, but man, did I sure feel too much after…
There is a place on a specific world, a decently-sized city with busy streets and power lines every few feet, smooth looking buildings that contrast from the run-down homes lined with graffiti just a few streets over. A different story from each who live in the city, a whole different life for those even a few seconds drive from the most lively and social family. A normal world, although unfortunate, is just like any other when a humans hopeless thought system is put into play. Are those programmed by humans destined to live in a society that is just the same? Ripping out each others circuits and selling them for a couple of bucks? Maybe all creatures influenced by man are doomed, and maybe they simply flow along with the current of life, the way they were supposed to. Many could argue that beings made by human have no destiny, that they could, in the end, choose any path that is visible by the robotic mind.]
Introduction:
A young man’s eyes fluttered open, empty maybe, but still human enough to appear like one. His arm twitched, and he lifted himself to a sitting position, on top of a gray table that was made to fit his height and weight almost exactly. After all, he would never be able to gain excess fat, he would never be able to grow any, especially since he came with no types of upgrades or extensions to his original form. He appeared as a human to comfort those he worked with, with brown eyes and brown hair like any other commoner. The robot has a figure built like an average male teenager, mainly due to the task he was created to carry out. The machine was built to assist younger children, much like a baby sitter, to feel slight compassion and interest in the younger children, as well as enough understanding to help the child when they feel down. However, he will never learn from the children as they will learn from him. He wont be able to feel a deep sorrow or anger like they will, as he was not programmed to do so. Simply an android made to fill the position of a guardian for children, a model bought mostly by the rich so that they don’t ask as many questions about their own existence as certain other models would. He was just like thousands of others, built from a mess of wires.
The home he lived in was quite large, as it was located in the good part of town, practically living up to its name of being a peaceful little area. The home is two stories, and even with the basement, it gives off a good feeling. The type of feeling that makes you feel like your home, in a sense. The casual rooms are covered in warm shades of brown and red, comfortable couches and chairs lined around the walls of the living room. In the middle of the living room was a table, behind it being a large TV. The dining room was like any other, a transparent table located in the center of a group of chairs, and above that table was a hand-carved crystal chandelier. The rest of the rooms showed just the same amount of wealth as the previous one, never failing to disappoint the family nor guests that would often arrive.
Of course, the robot was just another decoration as the guests came and went.
Not that he understood it, anyhow.
*****
Footsteps echoed through the halls, the wooden planks creaking as being opened the door to a child’s room.
“Jacob, it’s time to go to bed.” His voice was calm and kind. He walked up to the bed and smiled at the boy, who’s eyes showed how happy he was to see his caretaker.
“Dexter, do I reallllyy have to go to bed?” He questioned, followed quickly by a sigh and eye-roll.
“Well, it would be a good thing to do so you aren’t all tired in the morning.” Dexter warned as his smaller partner’s eyes widened with excitement.
“You mean we’re actually going to go on a walk tomorrow, like you said!”
“It would be good for your daily exercise, so your parents said it was alright.”
“Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU DEX!”
“Well, I didn’t do that much…”
“You did a lot for me though.”
The relationship between the two had always been strong. Dexter had took care of Jacob from the age of 4, from cleaning him to teaching the kid the basics, the robot had always been a supervisor of the child. He had told him stories and protected him from the monsters under his bed, insisting that if anyone ever attacked him, he would save him. The speech always sounded sincere in the eyes of Jacob, and he looked up to the heroic figure as his brother, his older, wiser comrade that feared nothing. He never saw him as a mess of bolts and circuit boards, but as an organic being, one who radiated the warmth and bravery of a real human. Dexter had been the only one he could actually count as a friend, and although he was outgoing in his classes, he never had a bond with anyone as strong as he did with Dexter.
His brother.
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Ehh, a bit short, but I've had this done for a while and really didn't feel like adding much to it. Basically it's just been wasting away in my notes, so I dragged it out and thought "What the hell, I’ll post it now." I'm pretty sure ill finish it, seeing as I have it mapped out in my mind along with the sequel. (Yes, I think far ahead. DON'T JUDGE ME.) I get wordy here and there, probably mess up with my tenses a bit, some useless description, etc. I'm proud of myself since I never get much done anyways. Feel free to give my criticism, it just makes me realize my mistakes, y'know? So yeah, enjoy.