Robots

Robot of the day: May 30

These establishments go by a variety of names: “charging salon,” “service shop,” “recharge station,” and the like, including apparently limitless permutations. I still call them cafés because, in use, that’s what they are. A place away from home base to recover, recharge, meet, congregate, chat, share information. It’s still a challenge to find refreshments suitable for myself— typically I must make do with water (sometimes cooled by a peltier chiller) but news is spreading and occasionally I’m surprised by… hot water! I spotted this individual the next table over devoting all of their processing power to a small book. I had no idea what was in the cup and didn’t want to disturb them to ask.

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Robot of the Day: January 31

“This way, please,” said the robot, gesturing towards the door. I made a non-specific sound of acknowledgement, distracted as I was by finishing a text message on my phone. When I looked up the robot was several steps ahead but had stopped in its tracks, looking back over its shoulder at me. This was a first; the robots usually wait for me to take action before they do so.

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Robot of the Day: January 24

The sun had set some time ago and all that was left was a lingering blue light refracting through the atmosphere. I paused for a moment in a bubble of quietude, noting that I had an observer. The robot did not move, and continued to watch as I continued on my way up the street.

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Robot of the Day: Inktober #14

One robot in particular was obsessed with the concept of time. They asked to be called “CRONan.” CRONan kept a workstation populated with all manner of analog clocks— digital timepieces, it seemed, were not suitable. CRONan spent many hours finding, fixing, maintaining and adjusting the collection of clocks.

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Robot Of The Day: Inktober #3

“A bonfire tonight, please,” the robots asked. They recalled a story I had told them about my youth and bonfires and jumping through the flames. After a while the fire had gotten a good start and was sending whole galaxies of sparks into the night sky. “Don’t get too close or your seals’ll get roasted,” I warned. They just continued to stare silently at the flames.