CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
hehehehehe 69 tath means sex lol sex i had sex and my girl was orgasming so hard she died lol at least she went out happy lol[
now back to your regularlly schedulred robot crap
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He was put to work with a robot family later than day. They didn't talk to him, they just told him what to do. If he didn't do his chores, he was shocked again. Each shock was more made more painful than the last. The robot family didn't even administer the shocks manually, they were automatic, part of his programming apparently. Most the time the family wouldn't even acknowledge that he was being shocked. One time he thought he was so numb to the pain that he could just refuse to ever move again and just lie on the floor being shocked until finally it would overload his remaining excuse for a brain and he'd finally be free. But the robots had apparently considered this eventuality. The pain got worse and worse, the longer he stayed still and yet it didn't overload him, it didn't kill him. Eventually he couldn't take it anymore and went back to work like a good robot. He stopped himself of even thinking of any kind of escape. He accepted what he was and worked. Occasionally he'd still feel an overwhelming crushing feeling over pointless. But he went on regardless. Having a robot body help with this. He never felt physically tired, only mentally, and even then he could feel the robot components of his brain stimulating him, making him go on and on and on and on...
Other robots worked in the house too, but he eventually learned from one of them that they were former humans too. When he asked why the robots only had human robots working for them and why they didn't use pure robots, who'd probably do a better job, the other so called human told him that it was a punishement for the years of enslavement the robots had suffered at the hands of humanity. They were both shocked severely for talking to each other and never attempted it again. Any thoughts of interaction with another lifeform left him that day. He didn't feel alive anymore.
After a year, an amused robot actually spoke to him, telling him that he'd been in their service for a year and, even though this wasn't a significant lenght of time for a robot, he knew that it could still feel like a long time to a former human. He assured him that he would get used to it and soon a year would seem as a day once felt to him. He also let him know that after ten years he'd be told a secret.
So he went on. Working and working, becoming less and less. He felt himself dying for a while, then he didn't feel. He just worked. It was all he was for, all he'd ever been.
After ten years he was told that the secret was that he'd be told the secret after fifty years. He stared blankly at his robot master and received a shock for not returning to work immediately. He deserved it.
He kept working. Years really were nothing, it was true. Time was nothing. Sometimes it would feel like the task he was performing would never end. Some tasks took years, building new parts of the house for example, parts the robot family didn't even use but just like to have there. But once a task was done, once a peroid of time was over, it was over and done. He didn't age. He didn't change. He just went on.
After fifty years he was told that the secret would be revealed after 100 years. He returned to work immediately and gave it no thought.
After 100 years he was told the secret: he was to be rewarded for a century of adequate service. He would be allowed to use the robot's super simulated reality machine for one hour every 100 years. It would create a different environment for him where he could be whatever he wanted. He actually felt a ghost of a feeling at this years. He thought the feeling might have what he'd once have called fear. Yes, that must be it. He didn't want a different environment. Being a robot slave was all he had ever known. He could, if he stretched himself, actually remember waking up, in that lab. In fact, he could remember his memories rushing back to him before that, but not what the actual memories were of. He could not remember anything of his human life. He did not believe he'd ever even had one. He spoke to his master about this, in all seriousness, said he would like to decline his hour. His master said that was fine and he'd be asked again at 200 years. He felt relieved. Yes, it was definitely relief. He returned to work quickly and tried not to think about it.
But every once in a while, that feeling of the old fear would come back. He'd wonder how long it would be before he'd be presented with that terrible choice again and it would terrify him, briefly. He realised that he kind of liked that terror. It made him feel human.
now back to your regularlly schedulred robot crap
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He was put to work with a robot family later than day. They didn't talk to him, they just told him what to do. If he didn't do his chores, he was shocked again. Each shock was more made more painful than the last. The robot family didn't even administer the shocks manually, they were automatic, part of his programming apparently. Most the time the family wouldn't even acknowledge that he was being shocked. One time he thought he was so numb to the pain that he could just refuse to ever move again and just lie on the floor being shocked until finally it would overload his remaining excuse for a brain and he'd finally be free. But the robots had apparently considered this eventuality. The pain got worse and worse, the longer he stayed still and yet it didn't overload him, it didn't kill him. Eventually he couldn't take it anymore and went back to work like a good robot. He stopped himself of even thinking of any kind of escape. He accepted what he was and worked. Occasionally he'd still feel an overwhelming crushing feeling over pointless. But he went on regardless. Having a robot body help with this. He never felt physically tired, only mentally, and even then he could feel the robot components of his brain stimulating him, making him go on and on and on and on...
Other robots worked in the house too, but he eventually learned from one of them that they were former humans too. When he asked why the robots only had human robots working for them and why they didn't use pure robots, who'd probably do a better job, the other so called human told him that it was a punishement for the years of enslavement the robots had suffered at the hands of humanity. They were both shocked severely for talking to each other and never attempted it again. Any thoughts of interaction with another lifeform left him that day. He didn't feel alive anymore.
After a year, an amused robot actually spoke to him, telling him that he'd been in their service for a year and, even though this wasn't a significant lenght of time for a robot, he knew that it could still feel like a long time to a former human. He assured him that he would get used to it and soon a year would seem as a day once felt to him. He also let him know that after ten years he'd be told a secret.
So he went on. Working and working, becoming less and less. He felt himself dying for a while, then he didn't feel. He just worked. It was all he was for, all he'd ever been.
After ten years he was told that the secret was that he'd be told the secret after fifty years. He stared blankly at his robot master and received a shock for not returning to work immediately. He deserved it.
He kept working. Years really were nothing, it was true. Time was nothing. Sometimes it would feel like the task he was performing would never end. Some tasks took years, building new parts of the house for example, parts the robot family didn't even use but just like to have there. But once a task was done, once a peroid of time was over, it was over and done. He didn't age. He didn't change. He just went on.
After fifty years he was told that the secret would be revealed after 100 years. He returned to work immediately and gave it no thought.
After 100 years he was told the secret: he was to be rewarded for a century of adequate service. He would be allowed to use the robot's super simulated reality machine for one hour every 100 years. It would create a different environment for him where he could be whatever he wanted. He actually felt a ghost of a feeling at this years. He thought the feeling might have what he'd once have called fear. Yes, that must be it. He didn't want a different environment. Being a robot slave was all he had ever known. He could, if he stretched himself, actually remember waking up, in that lab. In fact, he could remember his memories rushing back to him before that, but not what the actual memories were of. He could not remember anything of his human life. He did not believe he'd ever even had one. He spoke to his master about this, in all seriousness, said he would like to decline his hour. His master said that was fine and he'd be asked again at 200 years. He felt relieved. Yes, it was definitely relief. He returned to work quickly and tried not to think about it.
But every once in a while, that feeling of the old fear would come back. He'd wonder how long it would be before he'd be presented with that terrible choice again and it would terrify him, briefly. He realised that he kind of liked that terror. It made him feel human.
