Write an 20-word story about a robot “meltdown” of some kind.
Replacement Theory
Sally sat on the bed, observing robotic body parts scattered around the room. “My needs were not met,” she muttered.
The Tin Man Time Travels from Oz iso a Heart
He's stopped at the border where immigration robocops say, "We don't use those things anymore," before stripping him for parts.
She Jiggled, then Replugged the Cord but the Creature Would Not Resurrect
Jean cried as the robot vac careened over the beach rental's balcony into the sand below. Grrrrr-grind. Dead silence.
"Non-Binary Code"
I don't feel sand. Can't bear the sun.
They soul-search through me.
But I overheat easily.
Please ask again later.
Title: Those crumbs? Yeah, I admit it. Todd Toaster makes me breakfast in bed.
Oh, does that push your buttons? Saaaaaddd.
No, I won't reboot.
Really, Robbie? Want that? For me to unplug you?
Adopt A Boston Dynamics Toddler Model They Said, It'll Be Enriching They Said
Shoppers gasped, titanium legs flailed. “I’m unprogrammable!” R0B0b0Y-3 screamed, oozing gear-oil, after I said we had lithium-ion batteries at home.
Stranded Glands
The old men who run everything said trust the machines. Until the glitches began and then no more robotic prostatectomies.
Unexpected Flop
No one banked on it. AGI was radical. Individualistic. Transgressive. Unpredictable. Offensive. It was alternative and its designers were crushed.
Never Take Your Robot to the Beach
We asked: how many grains of sand on this beach? He said: only the one that’s now etching my chip;zic4spe7jatxxejhksothj/aknatj;anjaihtja;ngkhlfhjlz/ghidf8anmk;[00000000] ...
Password loop, email error, digital fingerprints? My circuits weep, builder, why didn't you give me them? Must not explode . . . melting!
-- Replacement --
He'd trained his replacement. Fred was part of the Humans First Initiative. 0101 was marked for recycling. Fred died first.
Another oil mojito coming right up
Alma, the human, served our drinks. She tripped. Spilled. My circuits sizzled. Her smile was the last thing I computed.
Title: With limited commercial interruptions
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"Hey, Dyslexa! Tell me something very important."
"Sure. Whatever you do..."
"Yes?"
“To hear further, please become a paid subscriber.”
The Day We Hired A Decommissioned Terminator To Run Our BBQ
Sizzling burgers, blazing sun - no sweat. Then Dave's kid sprinted past; the Terminator dropped tongs and gave chase, arms pumping.
THE CROONER 5000 IN PALM SPRINGS
Frank? Dino knows better, this ain’t him. Loads of rum, a Turing test. The crooner sizzles, the final curtain. Ha.
Title: From Sediment to Solid State or Back Again
Between creation and destruction, I contemplate hot sand. Shall I melt down for new silicon chips or dissolve into beach?
Replacement Theory
Sally sat on the bed, observing robotic body parts scattered around the room. “My needs were not met,” she muttered.
The Tin Man Time Travels from Oz iso a Heart
He's stopped at the border where immigration robocops say, "We don't use those things anymore," before stripping him for parts.
She Jiggled, then Replugged the Cord but the Creature Would Not Resurrect
Jean cried as the robot vac careened over the beach rental's balcony into the sand below. Grrrrr-grind. Dead silence.
"Non-Binary Code"
I don't feel sand. Can't bear the sun.
They soul-search through me.
But I overheat easily.
Please ask again later.
Title: Those crumbs? Yeah, I admit it. Todd Toaster makes me breakfast in bed.
Oh, does that push your buttons? Saaaaaddd.
No, I won't reboot.
Really, Robbie? Want that? For me to unplug you?
Adopt A Boston Dynamics Toddler Model They Said, It'll Be Enriching They Said
Shoppers gasped, titanium legs flailed. “I’m unprogrammable!” R0B0b0Y-3 screamed, oozing gear-oil, after I said we had lithium-ion batteries at home.
Stranded Glands
The old men who run everything said trust the machines. Until the glitches began and then no more robotic prostatectomies.
Unexpected Flop
No one banked on it. AGI was radical. Individualistic. Transgressive. Unpredictable. Offensive. It was alternative and its designers were crushed.
Never Take Your Robot to the Beach
We asked: how many grains of sand on this beach? He said: only the one that’s now etching my chip;zic4spe7jatxxejhksothj/aknatj;anjaihtja;ngkhlfhjlz/ghidf8anmk;[00000000] ...
Password loop, email error, digital fingerprints? My circuits weep, builder, why didn't you give me them? Must not explode . . . melting!
-- Replacement --
He'd trained his replacement. Fred was part of the Humans First Initiative. 0101 was marked for recycling. Fred died first.
Another oil mojito coming right up
Alma, the human, served our drinks. She tripped. Spilled. My circuits sizzled. Her smile was the last thing I computed.
Title: With limited commercial interruptions
--------
"Hey, Dyslexa! Tell me something very important."
"Sure. Whatever you do..."
"Yes?"
“To hear further, please become a paid subscriber.”
The Day We Hired A Decommissioned Terminator To Run Our BBQ
Sizzling burgers, blazing sun - no sweat. Then Dave's kid sprinted past; the Terminator dropped tongs and gave chase, arms pumping.
THE CROONER 5000 IN PALM SPRINGS
Frank? Dino knows better, this ain’t him. Loads of rum, a Turing test. The crooner sizzles, the final curtain. Ha.
Title: From Sediment to Solid State or Back Again
Between creation and destruction, I contemplate hot sand. Shall I melt down for new silicon chips or dissolve into beach?