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.”
The dreams behind my eyes… my discussions with the robots about how they dream are some of the most interesting and engrossing i’ve ever had. Consciousness, awareness, mindfulness, sense of self— I could write a book.
The robots aren’t terribly concerned about seaside beach environments. “Just make sure all seals are intact and take along some water-displacer.” One robot shared this image with me. “Is that a phone reflected in the sunglasses?” I asked. “Yes, but they’re no longer used for communications. That function is redundant. We use them for media recording and playback.”
My most recent acquaintance, the robot explorer who shared with me the astounding and mysterious tales of what can only be described as an abandoned city, has told me of other explorers that range far and wide in search of… other things. I find it interesting that the desire to explore is not common among the robots. Their stories aren’t all that well known, either…
The robot continued to describe their return from the city: “My memory was collapsing and fragmenting. The local EMF interference sent entire sectors crashing into a drifting lattice of fragments that mixed and combined with neighbors, altering perception of my surroundings. Navigation away from the site was difficult; my progress slowed to a crawl as I had to closely scrutinize and verify each waypoint multiple times.
The robot described to me a scene in an empty city. This seemed very strange. “How can you be sure this is accurate? Real?” I asked them. The robot shifted in its seat to look at me directly, “Having heard stories of corrupted memories due to EM interference, I created a small redundant array of auxiliary storage devices and striped the data with distributed parity. I hoped this would be sufficient to ensure the integrity of some data. It was. While I still experienced significant data loss and corruption, my RAID device allowed me to retain and confirm the validity of some small fragments from my exploration.”