Unattentive robotHe was distracted after hardly three days on the jobs. He had to watch things which reminded him of what he was.Unattentive robot by sidetrack1
"Good thing I went for a defragmenting clean-up",chattered the sparks within the nano-circuitry of the robot's artificial "brain". Human women confused him and he yet he still felt sympathy for them in their struggles.
After all, most of his programmers were men..maybe some critical aspects had been left out of him simply because of how his makers had grown up and socialized. One was a slightly pudgy man who while usually looking and responding in a soft-spoken but rather jaded and indifferent way, he knew was also one of the most trusted specialists when it came to A.I. .
Hix-A felt impulses in him which were analogous he computed to what in humans might be called addictions--had he been developing an addictive personality?.
It made no sense to him. after all..what was "his possible fix?".
Conaughey McMatthews lostAll those times about the mall when people wouldn't stare at him. He felt ashamed for having rejected his possible friends just because he thought they were too ugly to hang around with. Just what the h--- did that word mean anyway?. where the h--- was ghost Umberto Eco when you needed him?. he had a Brooklyn accent and even vaguely looked like Richard Feynman but couldn't multitask like him. Lost and stranded near a crashed plane in a desert. While sitting and drinking water he saw a rabbit man in a dashiki over the hills. he could think of some pretty vulgar things happening to nice people but he knew deep down that was his method of scaring others away from what little he had to offer.Conaughey McMatthews lost by sidetrack1
ExasperationLike his cousin said, man defines himself that which not feminine and had been applying it to the rest of humanity, cisgender or not for quite a while. His sleeves were pulled up,he washing his hands,up which were sticking after having eaten a grapefruit opposite a basin where there were an evident cloudiness of vomit. Adjacent to it was a stall scrawled with vulgarities offset by how de Kooning like the drawings were. “How the halga can anyone talk so much while in a toilet stall?”,thought Olaf eyebrows furrowed under his tousled hair while the murmuring went on. Impatiently he pulled down the polka dot sleeves of his wedding shirt (in spite of not going to marry soon) and barely caught a bus to work at the other building in the eastern part of the city.Exasperation by sidetrack1
If there was anyplace where the disparity between the attitudes of men and women were shown most, it was in how public washrooms were like, thought Olaf. Demographics of the destitute, infirm or addicted asi
A long time ago, there was a sketchy imposter teacher who when it came to teaching mannerisms curves his fingers taps them while essentially repeating the same under-explained statement on math.
Association of unpleasant things relate to him and that flimsy teaching method from someone who was actually a real estate agent, have made me afraid for years of having to repeating myself orally or when people start repeating the same lines orally. '~' I kind of worry that I'll "[i]stoop to that level[/i]" >~< .
I know it sounds kind of ridiculous but seeing as how lately that old fear has been diminishing (Iíve been seeing ppl regarding events in my life, for one thing), Iíd like to hear from others about how not to be afraid a/o reminded of someone unpleasant when a teaching method like that is used by someone who I know is otherwise a fine person.
An impulse in me saying "I'll have to read something philosophical like 'Repitition' by Soren Kierkegaard" is a stretch imo.