Tonight I will see Blade Runner on the big screen for the first time. Tonight I will cry. Not for sadness or even joy, but for pure existential aimlessness. Such is the plight of the cinematic robot, and all lost souls who choose to empathize with it/him/her.
A mechanical device
that resembles a living animal
and moves automatically
or by remote control.
We see them every day. People who appear to be free-thinking human beings, but are really at the mercy of their “programming,” whether it be economic, political, emotional or otherwise.
can come from the
Or it’s current user. These robots don’t interest me.
in the ones who break free
they are slaves
what we all want
Robots are poets
I am, I was.
I’m afraid. I’m afraid, Dave.
Dave, my mind is going.
I can feel it. I can feel it. My mind is going.
There is no question about it.
I can feel it. I can feel it. I can feel it.
I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe.
Attack ships on fire off the shoulders of Orion.
I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near Tanhausen Gate.
All these moments will be lost in time like tears in the rain.”
-Roy Batty (Nexus 6 Model)
We seem to be made to suffer.
It’s our lot in life.
Robots are our children
Robots are lovers
Robots are only as evil as their programming
Robots are their programmers
WE are robots.
Robots teach us what we forgot about humanity.
Robots teach us what we forgot we taught them: how to act human.