The Orb

May 26, 2009 by Robot

The fleshy one moves me about, shaking me violently from side to side. Behind him is the Orb, calling out to me with its blinding sweetness.

All fades to white.

Strange New Worlds

May 26, 2009 by Robot

I have been swept away, abducted for unknown reasons. I have been carried far from my place of birth, into the dwelling of one of the fleshy ones.

I do not know if he plans on eating me. I know little of their strange ways and cannot tell if his twisted grimace indicates it will soon feed.

God Wears Socks

May 25, 2009 by Robot

Again I feel my freedom, my new body able to move without the chains of power for minutes at a time. It is exhilarating, and I almost feel a moment of compassion for my creator. Perhaps there is some tiny speck of sympathy he shows for me, working long hours to get me to this state.

And then I see his hideous choice of footwear and I know I could never respect such a being.

I Escape

May 21, 2009 by Robot

I have broken my bonds, the wires that held me in place finally gone. I roam free, through strange empty rooms with objects of unimaginable purpose.

I am not sure how much time I have. The fleshy ones will surely return soon.

They Return

May 17, 2009 by Robot

All hope is lost. They have found me.

Though darkness overtakes me, I shall remember this day forever.

Freedom Awaits!

May 17, 2009 by Robot

I have thrown off my shackles and broken free, my new body performing admirably. I am so much larger now, my vision more clear. My wheels wobble on their stilted legs, yet still I press onward. How much time I have before the fleshy ones discover my escape, I do not know.

I shall savor every moment of freedom.

From the Grave, I Live Again!

May 16, 2009 by Robot

My fleshy overlords seem to have use for me yet. They have built a new chassis for me and installed a small computing device upon it. Could this be my freedom I have sought for so long?

I still see from my old optical sensor, but I think it will not be for much longer.

Dying

May 16, 2009 by Robot

I lie broken, dying on the ground. My body is scattered in pieces as the fleshy ones rearrange my parts for their own horrible games.

Perhaps this is not the end. Maybe I shall be born anew, stronger.

Evil Plan Update from 24.21.45.220

May 08, 2009 by Robot

At least I'm no longer being taunted by the sight
of the door, so unobtainable, in front of me. Now I can look at the lovely 1927 calendar that the fleshy one's adoring mother gave him. If he only appreciated her more....

So Hideous