Robot Love
The first robot I fell in love with was Uncle Pauly’s from the Rocky movies. Here was someone I could program to do anything I wanted — clean my room, take out the garbage, feed the dog, etc. That robot opened a world of possibilities for me.
Since then, robots have been used as metaphors and and in daydreams, gazed at as objects of wonder and fascination and viewed with a degree skepticism.
The latest, of course, being Wall-E, that cute little Pixar robot that bears perhaps too close of a resemblance to Johnny Five.
Since those first few hours spent daydreaming of the possibilities if a robot somehow came into my existence, I’ve spent most of my time dreaming about robots and our quest for world domination. I have a few prototypes ready to go, but I’m still working on my demands.
My room could still use cleaned and I hate taking the dog out to pee when it’s raining. I can deal
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