As I entered the room I stopped short— A robot perched precariously in the open window, looking directly at me. A moment passed between us, and then another without either party uttering a single word. I turned and left the room, closing the door behind me.
By the time the robot reached the valley floor, the sun was high in the sky, a swollen nuclear furnace that scorched the landscape with infrared radiation. CPU fans on high, the robot plodded on, resolute in its quest…
In attempting to describe a state of “tranquility” to the robots, one interjected: “A state of low latency; actuations execute with optimal feedback.” After a moment’s consideration I replied, “a little like that, yes.”
The worst part of the job was having to go down to survey the sub-levels, where the coastal cooling inlets were. There, the brackish water lay still. It was a noxious, corrosive sludge; a copper oxide nightmare.
I overheard a couple of the robots discussing transportation choices and paused to listen. “Why do you ride a bicycle? Is a car not a more practical choice?” “No,” the other robot replied. “Cars require too much infrastructure. With the bicycle, I carry within me all that is needed to make it go.” I nodded to myself in approval and continued on my way.