I couldn’t help but wonder what must be going through their mind as they sat there alone and in silence, eyes skyward. Mind adrift in an inky sea, studded with glittering stars.
Hello friend. Save for obvious variations in gross surface anatomy, the robots might appear to be indistinguishable from each other. But each one is wonderfully unique, its life story told via scratches and dents on its housings.
(Don’t forget— the freshest content can be found on Instagram @robotoftheday !)
“Rechargé life.” Quick sketch of a street scene, early evening. Worked quickly as the light filtering down to the sidewalk was changing minute by minute.
As much as there is out in the light, there is probably just as much in the dark. A robot took me down to what appeared to be storm surge tunnels beneath an older part of the city. I didn’t go too far into the tunnel but the robot did not follow me. Strange. They provided no explanation for why they would not venture past the mouth of the tunnel.
This is the first in a series of drawings using the contents of Marker Universe‘s “January blind box”: A curated selection of various markers and pens from Karin, Graph It, Sketchmarker, and Aristo.
A bonus for the start of Inktober 2019. “Ring” is coming up later this evening.
“Due to localized EMR exposure, I was unable to trust input from my sensors. I had to engage in triple redundant checks of my surroundings. I still could not confirm whether or not I was being followed.”
Afloat in a Sea Of Simulation. Frames of data in transit, paging from other inputs.
Their journey took the robots through ever stranger landscapes. One evening, at sunset, the sky appeared to be consumed in a silent explosion. They were momentarily alarmed, however neither of them detected any rapid changes in local atmospheric conditions or an increase in EMF. Even so, there was a low-level background noise that defied analysis…
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…
“Yeah,” I said. “Words, phrases. An incantation that can effect a change on an environment and objects within it. Magic. ‘Harry Potter’ stuff.”
“A symbolic instruction code,” one of the robots replied.
“Exactly!” I agreed.
Another robot held up a floppy disk. “I have an ancient volume filled with incantations and digital magic!”