Heartless Automaton - A Love StoryCombat Mechanoid 732 of the 3rd Armoured Battalion - though he went by the name Al in casual conversation (something easy for the fleshies to remember). During service he had dragged his ferrosteel body from the flaming wreckage of a particle tank on four separate occasions, once going back in to recover the memory core from a crushed comrade's skull. He dedicated himself to the cause not because of the propaganda or idealism, but because it was his job (and unlike the fleshies he knew how to do his job without whining, or stopping to rest every couple of days). But now the war was over (with both sides claiming victory) and Al was to be sent into civilian life.Heartless Automaton - A Love Story3 years ago in Short Stories
The press releases had been careful not to suggest that mechanoids were considered alive in any way (because that might make someone begin to consider things like their rights and privileges), but instead focussed on how they might benefit the human (fleshie) population. They were told that the mechanoids would offer valuable a
AutomatonBetween the serene hillAutomaton8 years ago in Free Verse
with the pensive willow-tree,
and the ever-blacker forest
where stalks the Joshua-tree,
A kind of river limps along.
Follow it until it can't continue on.
You'll find a lifeless sun-scorched plain
where wanders Automaton.
Bones made of iron, silver on his skin,
the quicker silver in his veins
and a furnace held within.
Muscles made of mica, flowing locks of ash,
tendons formed of tight-wound cable,
and fingernails of glass.
Breathing black smoke with every exhalation,
dooming all life to slow asphyxiation,
leaving behind no heartbeats
no photosynthetic hopes
He dreams of being a star,
A red giant star,
gobbling up worlds to fuel his inevitable collapse,
when he'll take the whole world with him.
Thinking of this, he laughs.
But he's not the only creature
who lives here,
In the vast ,
without concept of the future
or memory of the past.
Time has no meaning here,
there was no beginning
and there shall be no end.
Automaton - Steampunk HaikuStained metallic skinAutomaton - Steampunk Haiku2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern
Clockwork heart is sealed within
Soulless men don't lie
Hollow eyes, brass lips
Wired fingers long to feel
"He" is empty still
Rusting all alone
Cursed to wander, broken
Caged voices can't sing
AutomatonAutomatonAutomaton7 years ago in Open
I am built to go through motions.
(built organically, destruction tested
across dozens of millennia and more.
I contain within me networks
of indescribable complexity,
relays and feedback loops. They
equip me to monitor the world I survey,
analyse all that my receptors respond to,
and minimise the lag
between stimulus and gratification.
Bit and spur, they goad me toward
survival, piloted all the while
by subroutines of skill and guile.)
I is my guiding fiction. My sense of me
is the necessary fiction, written
into every cell. Those urgent messages
imply a you to recognise, another
that will appear to be as
self determined, as spontaneous, as me.