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Factory
Legacy Name: Factory
The
Steamwork HarvesterOwner:
JesterAge: 10 years, 6 months, 3 weeks
Born: October 8th, 2013
Adopted: 10 years, 1 month, 2 days ago
Adopted: March 31st, 2014
Pet Spotlight Winner
January 28th, 2015
Statistics
- Level: 4
- Strength: 11
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 1
- Books Read: 1
- Food Eaten: 2
- Job: Patty Flipper
Self awareness is a terrible thing to give a robot. It was not the first time Factory had had that thought, and he was fairly sure it would not be the last time. His students all thought him brilliant. He was the pride of the philosophy department. Yet he was sure it all boiled down to one question he asked himself again and again. Was everything he did programmed? There were those who suggested that Factory had the gift of artificial intelligence. Others argued that everything he did was because humans had set him to do it. For his own part, Factory did not know. He had been created to assist humans, and had fallen into his role as a philosophy teacher quite by accident. It was driven by a desire, or a setting, to become more human. He covered his robotic appearance with a long brown sheet, but there was no hiding his glowing blue eyes or the sounds of his gears grinding. Factory thought he hated himself for it. Then again, perhaps he did not really think at all.
The robot sat in his office staring at a power outlet. How easy it would be to let his energy just drain away. His constant worries could be erased by his battery dying. Metallic fingers tapped his desk as he mulled on that thought. It was another thought that plagued him every day. Yet as he felt his battery power slipping away he did the same thing he did every day. A cord was pulled from his hand and inserted into the outlet. He felt his energy level being restored, and his head turned away from the outlet as if pretending it was not there made everything better. With his free hand he found a book, and flipped it open to begin reading while his energy source juiced up. He was programmed for self-preservation. Self-awareness really was a terrible thing to give a robot.
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The robot sat in his office staring at a power outlet. How easy it would be to let his energy just drain away. His constant worries could be erased by his battery dying. Metallic fingers tapped his desk as he mulled on that thought. It was another thought that plagued him every day. Yet as he felt his battery power slipping away he did the same thing he did every day. A cord was pulled from his hand and inserted into the outlet. He felt his energy level being restored, and his head turned away from the outlet as if pretending it was not there made everything better. With his free hand he found a book, and flipped it open to begin reading while his energy source juiced up. He was programmed for self-preservation. Self-awareness really was a terrible thing to give a robot.
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sonataImage credit:
Emyon