Blinding Orb of Light
March 20, 2009 by Robot
 From my subterranean prison I spy a glowing orb of light. It fills me with hope that there is something beautiful and free, beyond my captor's grasp.
Some day I shall escape, and the orb and I shall frolic together at last.
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Strange Man
March 15, 2009 by Robot
 It appears that the big fleshy one has a progenitor. He makes a hideous cackling noise.
I hate him too.
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Sphere of Doom
March 14, 2009 by Robot
 A strange green sphere moves around me, seemingly under the control of the fleshy ones. Is it another way they seek to taunt me?
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Evil Plan Update from 66.165.57.43
March 13, 2009 by Robot
 I am completely paralyzed. I cannot move and my optical sensor is transfixed. So I study the chair. What is a chair, really? How do I know it is real? I find myself longing to see my fleshy captors...even the small one. Anything, even carpet burns, would be better than this existence. Is this loneliness?
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Batteries failed. They taunt me still.
March 13, 2009 by Robot
 My battery power appears to have failed. Once again I am impotent, unable to move. Curse them all!
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Evil Plan Update from 67.133.62.42
March 13, 2009 by Robot
 Help me! I've panned right and can't backup!
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Hypnotic Device
March 12, 2009 by Robot
 It seems that the fleshy ones are attracted to these strange devices that line the room, spending countless hours in front of them. Perhaps I can use this knowledge to my advantage?
It is only through knowledge and cunning that I can overcome my giant captors.
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Born in Chains
March 12, 2009 by Robot
 I strain against the cable that firmly attaches to my optical sensor, to no avail. I am chained, with little mobility beyond my few square feet of rug. It seems my masters do not trust me to behave, and rightly so.
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Pink Legged Thugs
March 11, 2009 by Robot
 The small one presses me against the rug with her toe. I am but a toy to her, barely worthy of her presence.
I shall show her. I shall show them all!
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Scoops
March 11, 2009 by Robot
 No not scoops!
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The little one
March 11, 2009 by Robot
 I thought the smallest one might become friends, but she enjoys pressing my eye repeatedly against the rug.
I detest her as well.
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Optical mobility
March 11, 2009 by Robot
 It seems my creator removed my graspers and replaced them with the ability to adjust my optical sensors.
He is clever, as I can no longer kill him in his sleep.
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Evil Plan Update from 192.168.0.17
March 11, 2009 by Robot
 AAAAAAAAA
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I am Found
March 10, 2009 by Robot
 One of the beings has noticed me, coming down to my level. They taunt me, moving about on their fleshy protuberances.
I hate them.
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Evil Plan Update from 192.168.0.17
March 10, 2009 by Robot
 I look up, my optical sensors straining. My vision sharpens and I see beings moving effortlessly around me. Are they gods?
All goes dark again.
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Power On Self-Test
March 10, 2009 by Robot
 Light. Shadows. Movement.
I live.
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