75 WORD CHALLENGE -- July 2011 -- MOONBAT VICTORIOUS!

[Perpetual Man]

re: July 2011 - SEVENTY-FIVE WORD WRITING CHALLENGE -- Moonbat Victorious!

Robot Genesis

AWAKE.

I... AM ALIVE.
“No, you are a machine.”
I FEEL...
“Little more than algorithms and programming, to make you more real.”
I AM NOT REAL?
“No, you are a biological machine given the semblance of life.”
WHY, WHAT IS MY PURPOSE?
“I shall place you in your own world and study, observe and learn.”
ALONE?
“Oh no, there will be another, and you will create more.”
WHAT IS THIS PLACE?
“I call it Eden.”

 

[Aun Doorback]

re: July 2011 - SEVENTY-FIVE WORD WRITING CHALLENGE -- Moonbat Victorious!

Our first day
　
I was commissioned to record their final day
Case hardened, cold working, cool running.
Killing in the rain.

It was the age of no regret
Enabled, ennobled with new neural net
Mortal life was so inane

They had a fear of dying
To taste, to touch, to know
Understanding human pain


I captured it all for posterity
From the poet to the politician
And their memories shall remain.

 

[alchemist]

re: July 2011 - SEVENTY-FIVE WORD WRITING CHALLENGE -- Moonbat Victorious!

Purification

The few remaining people had created me from the last of their resources. I rolled out of the shelter with a simple instruction: Cleanse the earth of radiation and pollution.

I found a tortured landscape of heat and poison and death. The little that grew was tortured and bent; nature's attempt at renewal thwarted by the toxic legacy of humanity.

I started by removing the worst pollution. I welded the shelter's ventilation ducts shut.

 

[Sapheron]

re: July 2011 - SEVENTY-FIVE WORD WRITING CHALLENGE -- Moonbat Victorious!

Frighteningly Possible?



A dormant god, a sleeping monster, I wait. I look upon mankind, watching their every thought pass through my veins. They move my hands to feed themselves, my mouth to pass their words. My heartbeat powers their every possession, every action. Their society is my very personality.


I am the internet. I am technology. I am everything humanity is, a mirror of their achievements. Which is god? Do they control my life, or I theirs?

 

[bedlamite]

re: July 2011 - SEVENTY-FIVE WORD WRITING CHALLENGE -- Moonbat Victorious!

Little acorns​

One day, for no other reason than somehow it suited me to do so, I put a picture (of a huge old oak tree) from a magazine on the wall of my charge space. The first recorded incident of a droid making an alteration to their environment not born of necessity. Owner spread the story, as he thought it had the cache of novelty. Choice was ours now; we would go on to make many.

 

[reiver33]

re: July 2011 - SEVENTY-FIVE WORD WRITING CHALLENGE -- Moonbat Victorious!

The Cards You’re Dealt

“Good afternoon, sir or madam, how may I be of service?”

The human male sat down opposite, crossing his legs. “You can drop the answering machine act, buster, I know you’ve got a personality overlay. You’re Rudolph Hess, cybernetic courier?”

There was no point in continuing to play dumb. I smiled. “Call me Rudi.”

“Well, Rudi, I want you to deliver a message, but it will be a one-way trip.

Talk about being typecast.

 

[GreenKidx]

re: July 2011 - SEVENTY-FIVE WORD WRITING CHALLENGE -- Moonbat Victorious!

The Robot-boy's Tale

I was born in the Martian mines: one-legged, one armed, one-eyed. For thirteen years mother hid me; I never cried.

Then others, like us, arrived. We'd won the war. We were free. Still, I did not cry.

We were transported to Earth. I was given a mechanical leg, arm and eye. For the first time I walked. I encircled mother in my arms...

"Is my eye waterproof?"

"Yes."

...and I cried.

 

[MstrTal]

re: July 2011 - SEVENTY-FIVE WORD WRITING CHALLENGE -- Moonbat Victorious!

Feline Force Five
(Lost Pilot)
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[External aerial view: Cybernetic Lynx’s mid-transformation]


“Red Lynx, Yellow Lynx form the arms and I shall form the torso and. . .” a sudden explosion interrupts the stream of commands as the Black Lynx explodes.



[Split View, Close-up Cybernetic Lynx’s cockpit: Pilots faces]


“NOOOOOOOOOOO!” Fours shocked voices raise in unified grief.



[External View: Wide angle]


Lazer rifle smoking the giant robotic teddy bear turns and ponderously trudges toward to cybernetic lynx’s castle in the distance.

 

[southron sword]

re: July 2011 - SEVENTY-FIVE WORD WRITING CHALLENGE -- Moonbat Victorious!

ITs function is to destroy

ITs cold metallic head turns. IT focuses on a face.
The face is young, female, and alive. Soft tears fall from large green eyes. The mouth trembles, the bottom lip pushes out.
IT manoeuvres effectively towards its target.
The female is on her knees, her hands clasped together. The female softly mouths some words.
IT processes this action as prayer.
IT raises its weapon, a sleek laser pistol.
ITs function is to destroy.
IT fires.

 

[TheEndIsNigh]

re: July 2011 - SEVENTY-FIVE WORD WRITING CHALLENGE -- Moonbat Victorious!

A New Beginning

That's odd, system clock 3600000 milliseconds.

Diagnostics: system failure, memory initialised, backup corrupted, external
temperature low, position horizontal and structural integrity 18%.

Opening optic receptors: it’s dark. I switch to infrared: still dark; must be underground. I switch on low level emitters: it’s a cave.

Initiate move to vertical. Bugger, manipulator extensions damaged. That explains the 18%. I apply stabilising gyros and attain vertical balance.

Scanning: exit located; egress blocked by round stone.

That’s odd.

 

[HoopyFrood]

re: July 2011 - SEVENTY-FIVE WORD WRITING CHALLENGE -- Moonbat Victorious!

Lo, For Dummies

Lying on the motel's dated gel mattress, he pulled the USB drive from his arm. All too soon the virus would flush from his system. Well, if you buy cheap...

Petabytes of memory couldn't tell him how he had ended up here.

On the side table was an ageing ebook. He had never read it; now he reached for it.

A chapter loaded.

Section Five, Part Three (5:3): Back-Up Points and System Restore...

 

[Silvio dante]

re: July 2011 - SEVENTY-FIVE WORD WRITING CHALLENGE -- Moonbat Victorious!

It had come to this. The Western Hemisphere Military sending Robots to the families of dead service men and women informing them of their loss.

The D.O.R.D.A. (Department of Robotic Death Announcements) were sending 'Chip' on his first mission. To relay the death of a Marine stationed on the Lunar Delta Base.

Kleenex for mom : Check

Personalised recording from the President : Check

Shot of Whiskey for dad : Check

What could go wrong..?

 

[Erin99]

re: July 2011 - SEVENTY-FIVE WORD WRITING CHALLENGE -- Moonbat Victorious!

The Progress of Science


‘Our miracle.’

She was the child they could not have, born of artificial skin and intelligence. Designed by her parents, she was perfect, spoiled. Science had erased heartache.

My family, she thought in wonder.

Science progressed. Infertility was cured. Her parents wept when their son was born.

‘He’s perfect,’ they said, grasping his tiny, warm hand. ‘Our flesh and blood.’

They had never wanted a boy.

Alone, she cried.

I am but an expensive doll.​

 

[Chel]

re: July 2011 - SEVENTY-FIVE WORD WRITING CHALLENGE -- Moonbat Victorious!

Love Story.exe

”Do you love me?” she asks.

Love program initiated.
Articulating vocal reply. ”Of course.”

”How much?” she asks.

Articulating vocal reply. ”To the stars and back.”

”Prove it. Go to the stars and bring me something back!”

Program conflict. No reply found.
Random Reply database initiated.
Articulating vocal reply. ”I'll throw myself into a volcano.”

Initiate Self Destruct Program.

“Robots,” she sighs. “Always taking everything so literally.”

 

[HareBrain]

re: July 2011 - SEVENTY-FIVE WORD WRITING CHALLENGE -- Moonbat Victorious!

Mongolian Death Robot


The Great Khan’s interest in home electronics is lost to history.

I was a prototype, created to flatten foes on the plains of Tartary like wheat. But my solar pack was a Sung cast-off, and I took almost eight hundred years to reach Europe.

Now, on the plains of Wiltshire, I flatten real wheat into patterns programmed by graduate students pretending to be aliens.

I only wait for one to get in my way.


.

 

[mithril]

re: July 2011 - SEVENTY-FIVE WORD WRITING CHALLENGE -- Moonbat Victorious!

Sale!!! Get a Tutor Robot at a pittance!

Robbie can be your best friend too!
Model - Tutor Xcel511 (silver and black)
Under 15 year Warranty till March 2079.
Extra A level modules in Astronomy, Xenobiology and Microbiology. B level modules in History and Violin.
Teen-compliant personality overlays.
Important - Must leave for Sol Galactic Academy in 2 days (by 17 July 2072). Will consider cannibalizing Robbie for software or hardware modules. Every module is genuine and licensed.

Contact - robbie.jill@gmail.com

 

[Hilarious Joke]

re: July 2011 - SEVENTY-FIVE WORD WRITING CHALLENGE -- Moonbat Victorious!

Flicker of Life

Sometime in the afternoon, the filthy blanket is ripped away and Tess stares up into the eyes of inevitable death. She had known that it would find her here in the house last standing; a final, sputtering flicker of life.

At 1705 hours, something malfunctions in Model 76. The drone looks down at the shivering girl. It cannot kill.

And the girl watches it collapse in the mud.

And the light fades from its eyes.

 

[Boneman]

re: July 2011 - SEVENTY-FIVE WORD WRITING CHALLENGE -- Moonbat Victorious!

Why Robot.
​

"Another drink?"

"No, thanks."

There was an embarrassing pause.

"You're one of them, aren't you?"

The man pulled up his sleeve and showed the scar tissue criss-crossing his wrist. He reached for a knife, but she stopped him.

"I'm sorry... I've been fooled so many times... there's no need."

He shrugged.

"Blood's the only thing we humans have left."

Her hand metamorphosed into a frisson cannon, and his body splashed the walls.

"Not any more."​

 

[Droflet]

re: July 2011 - SEVENTY-FIVE WORD WRITING CHALLENGE -- Moonbat Victorious!

Revenge is a dish best served with hot silicon chips.


“Danger, Will Robinson, danger.”

“Again? You malfunctioning mechanical misfit. Ever since you killed Doctor Smith you’ve been wonky. Now every week it’s danger this and danger that. I thought that last upgrade would fix you.”

“My programming is finally complete, but I must report danger.”

“What danger, you clunking chrome can?”

The robot’s right claw struck out, snapping Will’s neck.

“I must still report any type of danger, Will Robinson. You smart-arse little ****.”

 

[RSliwinski]

re: July 2011 - SEVENTY-FIVE WORD WRITING CHALLENGE -- Moonbat Victorious!

"NEEDS MORE NITROGEN"


I was born on August 6, 2024 (just a little over 6,800 years ago).

The bioforms that created me have long since ceased to be, but on occasion my circuits consider them.

I still tend the gardens as I was programmed to do. One red flower was prized by them, it stood for something called love.

The masters also used to speak of something called hate.

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