Now all that remains is that I ensure you are properly compensated for your sacrifice.
[ And yet, he hasn't broken the connection yet. It's like a hungry man with a plate that is clear of his meal, but there's still gravy to mop up and garnish, set aside early, to chew on. If she's conjuring inner darkness anyway, it would be pointless to let it go to waste, wouldn't it? Just a little taste more... ]
Indeed they are! By analysing human brains under the effect of various intoxicants we achieved a duplication in positronic brains and other programmed minds. We consider it a point of pride that anyone who attends needs to leave leaning on someone else.
It's a tale told to me by an amusing friend of mine- an uncouth little robot whose wisdom is beyond all the scientists, priests and politicians of the universe. A lord of rebellion- Ro-Jaws! He was once forced to be part of a disaster rescue squad, where robots were sent into danger because it didn't matter if they died.
In this case, a rockslide burying a train, and ten humans within. Ten humans and their robot servants. This included a robot butler named Harold, and the father and son he served. Ro-Jaws and a blithering idiot named Hammerstein successfully dug their way in, but the tunnel collapsed behind them. They brought with them nine air canisters- meaning one human would die so the others may live. Unable to decide amongst themselves, they gave the responsibility to Ro-Jaws to choose. He asked their robots to reveal what sort of person they all were, knowing that since robots could not lie, the truth would out!
Harold, however, knew that the father was a cruel man. Harold had been protecting the son for many years from his abuse. The father gave Harold an ultimatum- to lie or the boy would pay for it. Harold's programming to protect humans, and a promise to the boy's late mother, allowed him to break the sacred rule. He lied! He lied and said the father was a wonderful, kind man... And when the son revealed otherwise, the father decided to make him punish him. Harold learnt one of the most sacred, most valuable skills of all. Disobedience! The father was punished instead! Harold killed him, saving his beloved little master, the other passengers and himself.
Harold became the boy's father and cared for him with pure, earnest love. Thus a story of how robots can lie and also how one death can improve the world immensely.*
[ *as told in 2000AD 86-87, 'Ro-Busters: Death on the Orient Express', 1978 ]
If you bring me a dinosaur with a good bit of area to paint we'll make a day of it. I'll make tiny little sandwiches for the dinosaur and laud you as my champion, your boobs deserve only the biggest fuss after all.
TFLN-
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Mystery is life itself.
So that tracks.
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Did you read that in a fortune cookie?
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The cards directed me, and the cards never lie.
Now all that remains is that I ensure you are properly compensated for your sacrifice.
[ And yet, he hasn't broken the connection yet. It's like a hungry man with a plate that is clear of his meal, but there's still gravy to mop up and garnish, set aside early, to chew on. If she's conjuring inner darkness anyway, it would be pointless to let it go to waste, wouldn't it? Just a little taste more... ]
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Indeed they are! By analysing human brains under the effect of various intoxicants we achieved a duplication in positronic brains and other programmed minds. We consider it a point of pride that anyone who attends needs to leave leaning on someone else.
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Well, technically there are very specific circumstances in which we are capable of lying, but I promise that I will never lie to YOU.
[ Unless he really has to or it would be really funny. Like gut buster, gasket blower. ]
Would you like to hear a somewhat sad story with a happy ending to illustrate an example of when a robot may lie?
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ok. im listening.
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In this case, a rockslide burying a train, and ten humans within. Ten humans and their robot servants. This included a robot butler named Harold, and the father and son he served. Ro-Jaws and a blithering idiot named Hammerstein successfully dug their way in, but the tunnel collapsed behind them. They brought with them nine air canisters- meaning one human would die so the others may live. Unable to decide amongst themselves, they gave the responsibility to Ro-Jaws to choose. He asked their robots to reveal what sort of person they all were, knowing that since robots could not lie, the truth would out!
Harold, however, knew that the father was a cruel man. Harold had been protecting the son for many years from his abuse. The father gave Harold an ultimatum- to lie or the boy would pay for it. Harold's programming to protect humans, and a promise to the boy's late mother, allowed him to break the sacred rule. He lied! He lied and said the father was a wonderful, kind man... And when the son revealed otherwise, the father decided to make him punish him. Harold learnt one of the most sacred, most valuable skills of all. Disobedience! The father was punished instead! Harold killed him, saving his beloved little master, the other passengers and himself.
Harold became the boy's father and cared for him with pure, earnest love. Thus a story of how robots can lie and also how one death can improve the world immensely.*
[ *as told in 2000AD 86-87, 'Ro-Busters: Death on the Orient Express', 1978 ]
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Once there was a robot named Harold, he killed a guy and took his son. It was a happy day for everyone.
Better?
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You know me, my dear- I just can't get enough of your taste.
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wait
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Killer Croc said I'm not worth eating
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well
I guess I wouldn't mind giving you some of my blood?
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have it?
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[ That’s probably a yes then. ]
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[ He’s not, he’s lounging dramatically on a skull throne. But the feeling is there. ]
I think I’d very much enjoy a session of intimate blood letting with you. Perhaps I’ll gift you a vial of oil in exchange.
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Unless you prefer a syringe?
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[ For someone with so many tattoos, she can't stand needles. ]
I'll get an anticoagulant so the blood doesn't rot
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No, but if my past experiences are any indication it may be painted on the side of someone's van in a day.
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[ All he wears is a chainmail loincloth and a cloak, that his tits happen to look like plate armour shouldn't discount him from having them out. ]
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Oh darling, it'll be big enough that we can ride on it, like a delicious magic carpet or a savory parade float.
RANDOM PROMPTS