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.
I was telling the robots about how I’ve been feeling like I was “in a slump” lately. They didn’t quite understand and tried to equate it to “voltage sag.” I drew them a picture and I could tell their neural networks were making new connections.
The robots are, in general, fans of comic book art. The older, deeply analog stuff. They are fascinated by the concept of “superhero.” That a being could have abilities and powers (“upgrades and peripherals”) that can be both a blessing and a curse.
I’ve fallen out of my regular cadence of drawing the robots. I went along on a hike with this one, and during a pause I asked if it wouldn’t mind standing still for just a minute. Using primarily the chisel bibs of my markers I sketched out a portrait as quickly as I could. Like stretching out limbs after a long roadtrip, it felt good to draw again, and a little awkward.
A robot, in the moment. Sometimes they’ll stand around, motionless, for minutes at a time. I used to wonder if they’d experienced a software crash but the accelerating hum of their fans lets me know that they’re just doing some serious thinking…