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.
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.”