[Original Novel] Little Robot, Part 1

in writing •  7 years ago 

“The first robot I ever saw was at a theme park. I must’ve been four, maybe five. Dad and I were waiting outside the bathroom for Mom when I spotted a crowd of kids my age nearby. Curious as to what interested them so much, I wandered over and did my best to peer past their shoulders.”

My therapist, a fat balding man with wisps of white hair he didn’t bother to comb adorning the sides and back of his head, peered at me over a steaming cup of tea. He always offers me some and I always decline, as I’d have to take off the mask to drink it.

“They were busy kicking and punching a guide robot. Or as close to such a thing as existed back then, an off the shelf PC with a pair of cameras and some collision sensors, scooting about on three wheels with a futuristic looking plastic shell concealing how simple it really was. I understand how simple those machines are, don’t imagine I don’t. I know it couldn’t feel anything.”

I must’ve guessed correctly as he began to interject, but settled back into quietly absorbing my story once I added that little caveat. I often imagine I can predict what someone will do or say, but I’m also almost always wrong. Not sure why it hasn’t sunk in yet as I keep doing it, but even a blind squirrel sometimes finds a nut.

“I think I reacted as strongly as I did because the machine seemed confused and frustrated. There it was, something humans built to perform a useful task for us, being kicked, beaten and spit on by human children. It provoked something deep inside me. The machine was just doing what we told it to. Trying, anyway. But look at what it got for its trouble.”

He chose this point to jump in. “You identify with the robot, of course.” I groaned. Talk about trite. Was this level of analysis really worth whatever my employer was paying this guy? I made the connection on my own before but dismissed it because it’s too obvious, and I often second guess myself where this sort of thing is concerned.

It’s pretty easy to put together a plausible sounding narrative to explain anything you want. And if it’s all internal to you, who can dispute it? I’m also nothing so interesting as to be worth studying in any real depth.

My therapist disagrees, but then he’s being paid to pick my brain. There’s a lot I don’t normally find interesting that I could develop an interest in, if there were a paycheck in it for me. The terms of my house arrest require me to spend the full hour with him either way.

“You could’ve saved us both a good deal of time if you’d brought this up right away” he pointed out, plainly irritated. “The parallels with the incident which brought you here are obvious.”

I had to give him that. I recently threw myself at a surly drunk who’d beaten up a robot designed to find lost children in an airport, knocked it over, then begun to urinate on it.

It turns out you can’t throw a punch under those circumstances! Color me surprised. You’d think the jury would’ve been more sympathetic.

Then again I suppose I’m difficult to sympathize with even with the mask off, and the drunk’s attorney did a bang up job of making me seem like some sort of impulsively violent public menace.

I remember when they showed us the CCTV footage. My therapist requested a copy and had me watch it a few times during our sessions. Not sure why. I was there, I know what happened. I will say I don’t remember punching the lout that hard, or the part where I stomped on his head and neck.

Of course I couldn’t make them see it my way. It’s difficult to put into words, even for myself. I suppose it really is a feeling of camaraderie with that simple, downtrodden machine. Of intense, vengeful rage that the same species which created it to do something so vital, to safeguard our children, would then subject it to such abhorrent abuse just for kicks.

Even simple minded as it is, I can imagine what it must have been like to be tipped over. Alarms tripping internally, software frantically working out how to right itself as primate piss began seeping into its chassis and shorting out its batteries. If it knew how to scream I’m sure it would’ve, though I suppose the alarms were its equivalent.

It was only doing what we told it to. What we made it for. Trying its very best to make sure our lost children do not come to harm, but instead are returned to us.

Only to be rewarded with a banged up, mangled body and indignity visited upon it for the mindless, cruel amusement of some absolute garbage animal who, in his intoxicated stupor, forgot the context of what he was doing. Of what a purely, singularly well intentioned creature he was forcing himself on.

That’s the heart of the matter, isn’t it? While they are of course simple, even more so than insects, what’s there in the way of a mind is as faultlessly well meaning as can be.

No capacity for guile except where it’s been included to protect the owner against certain human behaviors. No notion of cruelty, or avarice, or anger.

A robot will continue doing what it’s told until it starves to death. Runs out of charge, whatever. But if it can recharge itself, it will continue doing what it was last instructed to for years. Decades. As long as the batteries last before wearing down.

One way to look at such behavior is that it’s a limitation. That the robot is stupid. But the way I look at it, robots possess superhuman loyalty. An excess of a virtuous quality sorely lacking in humanity, not a deficiency of any kind.

I tried to communicate all of this to my therapist but stumbled over my words, struggling as ever to make the principle of it understood. That’s a problem, as more than anybody else it’s up to him how long I have to wear this blasted ankle bracelet.

But I should count my blessings. If it weren’t for the value of my work to the government, I’d likely be sitting in a prison cell now.

I’m certain they wouldn’t let me wear my mask in there. I wouldn’t last a day without a breakdown, even if by some miracle I were to escape beatings or molestation.

I can’t be around lots of people. My whole body reacts, the part of my brain which alerts me to unseen danger goes into overdrive. It’s hellish. The only way I’ve found to manage it well enough that I can function in public is to wear this mask.

I’m not certain where I got it from, I just know it’s always been important to me. Much of my youth is one big blank spot. Repressed I assume. Mom, Dad and Ty are tight lipped about it.

Whatever happened must’ve fucked me up but good, there are loads of things that send me into a panic. But seemingly random, as I cannot remember why those particular things should evoke such a reaction in me. It’s a harrowing way to live.


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I’m certain they wouldn’t let me wear my mask in there. I wouldn’t last a day without a breakdown, even if by some miracle I were to escape beatings or molestation

True.

Sometimes we should appreciate the effort of this machines. They make life a lot easier for us.

I practically understand how u feel and it "human" to feel that way..

I think I'm loving this series already.

Thumbs up @alexbeyman

My therapist, a fat balding man with wisps of white hair he didn’t bother to comb adorning the sides and back of his head, peered at me over a steaming cup of tea. He always offers me some and I always decline, as I’d have to take off the mask to drink it.

Nothing wrong if you take off ur mask. Lol

I agree with the way you feel my friend. If I were in your shoes, I guess I'll feel the same way too

Robots (Machines) are trying, I guess if they are Humans, they would wear out ASAP, but then, they work out themselves out till the battery is drained or they are faulty..

If you ask me, I think, its hurtful to treat them wrongly..

#GrabsASeat

I'm gonna love this series

A robot will continue doing what it’s told until it starves to death. Runs out of charge, whatever. But if it can recharge itself, it will continue doing what it was last instructed to for years. Decades. As long as the batteries last before wearing down.
What if humans could do the same, what do you think alex about it?

I read a quit a bit @alexbeyman ...excellent writting ....as expected from u ...thank u

Most times when i read these novel piece i find it a bit hard to understand them. The technology is too advance for me and yet i read them anyways... let me go back to reading

Very impressive lines sir.It's really interesting story.thanks for sharing the beautiful story

“The first robot I ever saw was at a theme park. I must’ve been four, maybe five. Dad and I were waiting outside the bathroom for Mom when I spotted a crowd of kids my age nearby. Curious as to what interested them so much, I wandered over and did my best to peer past their shoulders.”

I have never ever seen a robot. I think I am a robot

you are natural robot!

robots if used positively can change the shape of this world
if there is any fault ,they dont deserve this treatment.They are made by humans and humans never be perfect
their positive side is enough to respect them

Here we go again the love between the human and the robot :d

I have a companion novel in the planning stages, it takes place in the same world and time as this one but it's a human woman and male robot.

That's great that you keep writing. I'd check it out when it is ready!

Oh, time flies so fast. It's already the second lap.
I was missing the beginning of little robot, probably it's time to combine all parts hehe.

  ·  7 years ago (edited)

There it was, something humans built to perform a useful task for us, being kicked, beaten and spit on by human children. It provoked something deep inside me.

I wouldn’t like it either. I’m usualy on the side of the bullied or offended one. When it comes to robot or machines, I don’t know it depends on situation I guess. That’s what got him into trouble. That’s why he needs his therapist as well as attorney. However in-spite of all of this drama and accusations, he has connection with Goverment. That’s what keeps him out of prison cell as of now...

I think I reacted as strongly as I did because the machine seemed confused and frustrated. There it was, something humans built to perform a useful task for us, being kicked, beaten and spit on by human children. It provoked something deep inside me. The machine was just doing what we told it to. Trying, anyway. But look at what it got for its trouble.

This might be a fiction story but it reflects to normal life...that is exactly how and what we are...

Excellent friend, great writing style, robots and technology despite not feeling, are machines many times more human than people. Regards

Another blockbuster from the master writer. Robots had been around since God knows when...
Seeing Nickelodeon tonight and found some interesting robots

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Thanks for the wonderful episode

Wow, how u paint your thoughts/events into stories, I love it so much.

Please, if you can add more pictures, I guess it would be much more interesting #SuggestionThough

Your feeling is normal, and I guess any right thinking human would feel that way to anyone (human or robot) trying its best but still not appreciated..

Can't wait for part 2

I love the way you evoke and transform ideas into novels and stories.

I can notice some criticism of society, but I need to finish reading the whole novel.

I look forward to part 2.

Wow, dope fictional story. I hope to follow this to the very last part as i have followed others. Nice job bro.

one thing i love about robots is their loyalty which humans no longer possesses

Excellent your waiting .I impressed read your horror story ..

Hey @alexbeyman,
I am a big fan of you.
Thanks to share this important article.
Go ahead buddy.

You are an amazing writer.. this makes you sit and wait for more.
Congrats buddy i hope to read part 2 soon
I love that image of the robot
best regards

Great story. “I think I reacted as strongly as I did because the machine seemed confused and frustrated. There it was, something humans built to perform a useful task for us, being kicked, beaten and spit on by human children. It provoked something deep inside me. The machine was just doing what we told it to. Trying, anyway. But look at what it got for its trouble.”

Lovely... I love the way you write boss...

Part two should have more details I guess.

Am already tunned

Incredible story.i think I responded as firmly as I did in light of the fact that the machine appeared to be confounded and disappointed. There it was, ...

something people worked to play out a valuable undertaking for us, being kicked, beaten and spit on by human youngsters. It incited something somewhere inside me.

The machine was simply doing what we instructed it to. Attempting, at any rate. Be that as it may, take a gander at what it got for its inconvenience.

Beautiful story writing.........i appreciate this and love to read it........Upvoted @alexbeyman

good luck always yes, thank you for sharing your writing

great story writing. nice book. thanks for @alexbeyman

Outstanding story. I like the good writing .

I am a big fan of scifi.
I have a large collection of local scifi novels..........

I simply love this piece, ild be glad to follow the next, the story line is very much okay for me, i like the scifi twist

great writing........

Good writting .
Nice job.........

great writing man , love it