Truth is not an emotion.
He lived in black and white.
His heart was stone and his eyes were dry. He watched the others and quickly understood it was part of doing their job to pretend. He flipped his switch and walked into their world.
Through the years he maintained the belief he had emotions.
The emotions were his intention, and they were real because he believed so. He couldn’t compare his to anyone else’s because he was unfortunately not in their case. None of their emotions were ever really “true” anyhow.
The others before him had used words like love, depression, sorrow, happiness; and from them he learned he could imitate well.
He noticed the other robots. They pretended to feel, just like him.
They all had once known it was pretending, but they were programmed by the others to just “feel” without thinking.
They called that time when they just watched and were programmed, childhood.
His batteries finally died, not to say he ever really lived.
Robots, possessed no life.
His heart was stone and his eyes were dry. He watched the others and quickly understood it was part of doing their job to pretend. He flipped his switch and walked into their world.
Through the years he maintained the belief he had emotions.
The emotions were his intention, and they were real because he believed so. He couldn’t compare his to anyone else’s because he was unfortunately not in their case. None of their emotions were ever really “true” anyhow.
The others before him had used words like love, depression, sorrow, happiness; and from them he learned he could imitate well.
He noticed the other robots. They pretended to feel, just like him.
They all had once known it was pretending, but they were programmed by the others to just “feel” without thinking.
They called that time when they just watched and were programmed, childhood.
His batteries finally died, not to say he ever really lived.
Robots, possessed no life.