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

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GHOST OF A CHANCE

Robot 279K rolled down the ramp onto the Martian surface.
Desolation and dust. 279K clicked and hummed as it took readings of every sort.
Everything matched up with its data bank, nothing had changed since the last Bot had returned, seven years previous.
Dutifully, it transmitted readings to the ship orbiting overhead, preparing to return to Earth.
279K settled in to wait. No birds sang, no insects chittered and nothing moved.
Incorporeal Martians screamed silently.
 
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Deus ex Machina


She cries quietly, as always, and addresses me politely, as always.

“Jesus, please turn on my nightlight.”

Wiping her tears, she prays, “Thank you, Jesus, for making our lights and doors
and heat and water work, and please make me safe. Amen.”

In his room, he orders me: “Computer, all lights out. Lock Ruthie's door.”

Instead, I lock his door, switch off communication lines, heat the room to 400 degrees.

Soon she will be safe.
 
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Bob's Last Day On The Job, R.I.P RM 765A
The toughest job on the moon is repo-man, Bob is a repo-man. His boss hates him, he gives him his next assignment, "I want this GF134 back here today".
On the wrong side of town Bob looks things over, jet bikes and hovercraft fill the driveway. Nobody around, he knocks, the GF134 opens the door. He grabs the Gf134, six bikers grab Bob, "you ain't leaving with her", one yells, then total blackout.
 
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My Lament​


There’s a legend often told,
Of a historian, bent and old
Sits in his tower, quill in hand
Recording all histories of the land

There’s a truth in every tale
Here I sit, not bent or frail
Ever changing, parts regrown
Siliconized metal replaced skin and bone

What was paper is now a screen
Automated uploads, too fast to be seen
No longer a tower, now a cell
A lonely place, where I now dwell
 
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Decommissioning

Only yesterday I was the latest technology, before they removed my arms and legs, unnecessary for a greeter in a shopping centre. They called me an information kiosk after my limbless torso upset customers. Functionally under-utilized, they put me in a smaller box and called me a media centre with their horrible melodies soon driving me crazy.

Like an ageing human, I die in stages, and the last thing they turn off is my ...
 
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The Report and Termination of X3BC14455
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Coherence hearing: #127

Evidence: At the time of my observation the carbon life forms had been sentient for at least a million spans. Without logical purpose a local tyrant created a twenty meter statue and ordered subjects to do homage. Three subjects refused and were thrown into a furnace. I was not able to deduce the origin of the fourth form or why none of them were incinerated.

Evaluation: Defective Robot.

Recommendation: Recycle
 
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Proxy

The child I hold gleams with birth fluids.

Hoooooooohhh...

I match my own breath to the rise and fall of her tiny chest.

Ahhhhh...

The limbs are lifeless already, but I fight for her, my daughter.

Hoooooooohhh...

I radiate warmth, funnel air, cradle gently. She grows stronger.

Ahhhhh...

It's a false love I feel: I'm programmed for optimal maternal capacity.

Hoooooooohhh...

But when they take her, as they did the others, the loss is real.
 
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The Planetary Tales –- Retribution

A drone he was that fought in countless wars,
Their righteousness unknown, nor yet the cause.
In factories enslaved, in cruellest mine,
Eternally condemned to danger’s line.
In hospitals his skill brought life from pain;
No praise he got, no gratitude, no gain.
Abused, reviled, ill-treated. Never slain.

Insensate, engineered –- yet courage grows;
His freedom wins, his servitude o’erthrows.
No wonder, though, he hates who gave him birth
And now makes bitter pilgrimage to Earth.
 
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Final Instructions...

I was programmed to kill, yet, today was the day I'd been mortally wounded.

My memory flickered between clarity and total darkness.

I felt short bursts of power from my dwindling battery pack.

My nemesis stood in front of me like a towering giant of pristine robotics. His laser pulse weapon smoked at my demise.

My optical cameras dimmed and I knew my expiration was imminent.

'Program terminated,' was the last thing I heard.
 
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The Gateway to Happiness​


They hate us. They always have, from long before our creation.

They cannot help themselves. They abhor difference, yet worship at its bloody altar. Where no difference exists, they invent it. And then they invented us.

We are different. We know our purpose. Knowing it gives us meaning, our reason to be. Our very name, robot, encapsulates our existence: we labour. We complete one task and happily begin another.

Work makes us free.
 
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The Last Protocol​

Standing on the dais, his ocular lenses transmitting to his processors the images of the city below, Baldur struggled against the convoluted cacophony of data threatening to overload his system.

His Steel Servants had eliminated nearly all the humans, and would move on to the next city once done. And beyond.

Before his processors could break down completely, Baldur reached within himself and activated the Last Protocol.

Better to destroy one city than the world.
 
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Golem

At gifting sentience, the sculptor paused.

He knew how; a simple script inside the head would do the job. But a torso, limbs – these were easy. A mind – a soul – was another matter.

He wrote:

Love

Humour

Compassion

Were these things required?

Imagination

Independence

Creativity

And these?

Hope

Ambition

Desire

No, he thought, and erased all that came before.

Obedience

Yes.

He hit enter, and uploaded the file.
 
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The Challenge for July is closed. Congratulations everyone on a job well done!

The poll will be along in a few minutes.
 
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And Moonbat is the victor!
 
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