For Krisbobes. The Robot Story...

Night fell, but you could hardly tell. The smoke that always filled the air effectively kept the differences between day and night hidden, but the clocks still worked. They chimed once at the start of the day, twice for midday, and three times for the start of the sleeping hours. Ever since the robots took over, the day – life - had been much more organized. The humans had to make some adjustments but nothing too bad. Now they were masks to make the air breathable and they wore suits to protect them from the atmosphere that they found so poisonous. They slept in barrack-like buildings. In order to maintain their usefulness, the humans worked the day away. The robots had produced the pill that kept them alive. It gave them the energy for the work. If they refused to work, the robots refused them the pill. Everything equal – work for food, food for work. Being lazy was no longer a human’s prerogative. The robots were nice enough. But, sometimes it’s difficult for Masters to always be nice to the servants. The humans had tried to revolt against the robots a few times. All times the robots had to put it down. They had tried to be gentle, but humans rarely understood such things. With humans, it was either their way or no way – and the humans seldom had one way that they wanted it. If the robots gave into one demand, there would be hundreds of others to give into. It was annoying and a waste of time. After the first attempted revolt, the robots learned the way to deal with the humans. Force was to be used, usually brute. The humans were merely flesh and blood, but the robots were metal and electricity. They clearly had the advantage, and they used it to destructive ends. If the humans saw reason, then the robots would not have had to resort to force. They didn’t, they never do. Humans live too much in the now, and don’t think about the future. The robots do though. They have a plan. The humans wouldn’t be able to see the worth of the plan so the robots don’t share it. It’s too long term for the humans. The humans live for what used to be 50 years and then expire, but the robots live on, generation after generation after generation. Long term to a human is a robot’s short term. There is a beauty to that that humans will never be able to comprehend. But, there is also something beautiful in enjoying things for a short while that robots will never be able to understand. Both are missing some form of beauty in their lives, but neither can see it.
The day started out like any other. The chime to start the day rung out, the humans stirred in their bunks. But something was different – the humans didn’t rise. They merely remained laying down as if asleep. The robots noticed this almost immediately. Late risers were watched. A voice over the intercom system gave them a warning. They would either rise or face the consequences. They did not rise. The robots knew that the humans were alive – their vitals were checked constantly. Perhaps this was another of their revolts. Hopefully this one would be taken care of without bloodshed. The robots gave the humans one minute to rise before actions were taken. The humans didn’t move. The robots sent a small electric current to wake the humans up and punish them. Not a single one moved although a few cried out in shock and pain. A stronger one was sent – a few humans died. A stronger one was sent, and then a stronger one. They still didn’t move except in pain. The number of dead slowly increased. The robots stopped sending the electricity. They didn’t want to kill their workers. The robots let them lay there. The humans became confused. The robots watched and waited. Slowly the humans who had lived got up and looked around at the others. They had thought they had won. They smiled behind their masks. They lazed the day away. It came time for sleep. Most had lost most of their energy and fell asleep with no problem. The next morning the chime rang out again. The humans did not rise; they had all died in the night.

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I'm leaving the title typo 'cause it's a good one.

Today's workout was a fail. Saw HotGym, he was working out...practicing karate/fighting. He really is an awesome guy. Totally have no shot with him. Which I know, but it needs constant reminding.

I'm going to start posting more of my writing...1 page story go times!!

We broke up how many months ago? I honestly can’t remember. I barely remember that time. After we did, I went through hell. That’s all I can remember.
I went out drinking almost every night.
I met men who weren’t you.
I told myself they were better than you.
I got the numbers of a couple of the basketball players of the local team.
I didn’t do anything with them that I wouldn’t have done with you if you had said something.
I had been willing to do anything for you.
Anything.
All you had to do was ask.
You asked for other things - the things that obviously didn’t matter. I agreed to all that you wanted. Lose weight? Ok. Wear makeup? Ok. Dress better? Ok. Speak more slowly? Ok. Don’t ask? Ok.
All I wanted – Don’t lie? No.
Granted, for months I had thought about breaking up with you, but I thought that I was just scared.
Scared of commitment.
Scared of ruining something because of fear.
Scared of being hurt.
Scared of pain.
You broke me. Did you know that? You broke me and now I’m not sure I can be fixed. Not that it’s a bad thing.
I got jewelry.
I got memories.
I got bruises.
I got experience.
Now I know what to look for – the dead eyes, the lack of attention, the fact that someone who is supposed to be going out with me doesn’t even remember the simple things about me. Did you ever listen to me?
Now I know what to expect – not much, the lateness, the inability to make time, the always being busy. Being busy going out with other people. I was yours, and you were everybody’s. Hardly fair, but we were young. You more so than I. You were a child. A brat, really. I was dumb. That’s your type, right? A person who’s too dumb to know what’s really going on. I should have known. The signs were there. The scratches on your back. The fact you never called back. The inattention. The late nights. The lack of money. The bad sex. The ill temper. The condom in your back pocket. Was it for me?
I’m glad we broke up. I think it was best for both of us.
I lay you down to rest, I pray the Gods your soul to rate. If you lie before I wake, I pray the Gods your balls to take.
You didn’t need me.
I don’t need you.
Life taught me a good lesson.
Did it you?
When will it, I wonder.
How many more lessons do we have to learn?
When do we become adults? Maybe next time we meet, I hope we’ll both have figured that one out.

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