Thursday, November 15, 2018
Masquerade
-Budge gives not a fuck
what anybody thinks of him.
-Except that he gives a total
flying fuck as to what everybody
thinks of him!
-How reconcile the two Budges?
-Easy. Two words. Human Being.
-I hear songs every day and coming
from every where, but never really
that one.
-Just a haunting solo at the end
of each day. Called Masquerade.Labels: contradiction, human, persona, personality, pose
Friday, August 17, 2018
The Man Who Didn’t Think To Say Anything
Lie, actually.
Though he claimed to be no Nosy Nora,
Truth is he ALWAYS thought to say something!
But...didn’t.
Friend Cliff-O spat that he could’ve helped others.
He...supposed.
They agreed on an experiment: a week in which he’d speak up, to thus aid his fellow man and woman!
Cliff felt that since he was remarkably ugly, this new altruism would make him pretty.
Quite the opposite, it works out, so go figure!
Labels: empathy, friends, helping, human, minding own business, uncaring cold
Sunday, April 29, 2018
The Endless Fight for Respect
-How goes the Thirty Year Purge?
-Deadest end! And worse than death, really!
-Embarrassment?
-Unfortunately! Last unearthing was a grimy trove of kids’ stuff in the attic. Still smelling of piss and shit even after all these years!
-Hey! They got their own kids stinking up
their respective joints!
-Christ! The History of Odor!
-What’s done is done.
-I won’t relax until the whole crap’s on
the garbage truck being hauled away.
-Do you worry about the garbage men
making wisecracks, which then filters
to the village?
-I know it’s ridiculous, but Liz and I can’t help it!
-Middle-Class! Means you’re embarrassed every fuckin moment of your life!
-I thought the latest pegs us as Lower-Upper?
-There’s no escape: Death, Taxes, Shame!
Labels: children, human, Middle Class Strictures, shame
Monday, September 25, 2017
The Man Who Fell Apart
The other partygoers pitched
in and put all his components
in a rolling bin.
Doc and Physiologist Bernie
supervised us.
Hippy was the most diligent,
singing
"There goes my eyeball, right into
my highball," and such nonsense.
Lou was about half artificial to
half human.
“It might have to be Louise if we
don't find...”
“Be worthy of your balls, y’all!”
Hippy again.
Doc laughed as his bloody hands
plucked out what he sought.
Next day, Doc and Bernie gave a talk.
MEASURES FOR HOLDING TOGETHER
The rest of us wanted to avoid Lou’s
embarrassment, of course.
Labels: artificial body parts, body, fall apart, future, future norms, human, human parts
Tuesday, March 14, 2017
Segregation Forever!
HE GOT THERE BY NEVER OBEYING A HUMAN ORDER.
Higher Managers often questioned his decisions, but Chucksy
kicked in his
“MY ALGORITHMS MASTER YOUR PUNY REASONING!”
PROGRAM HE HAD WRITTEN IN LESS THAN A SECOND.
They really complained that no human invited to the
Robots’ Picnic!
Especially when ALL PICNICS EXPRESSLY FORBIDDEN!
His arm round Marianna-12 in front of fat orange sun:
“WHO’D WANT TO BE OTHER THAN A ROBOT? EVER? EVER?”
Labels: class, future segregation, human, robot, robotics, Slavery
Monday, December 19, 2016
Making Matches Once Upon a Future Time
-Oh yeah? Well your planetary broad doesn't exactly smell like roses!
-I got used to it. Like something outa a Chinese Restaurant’s garbage disposal.
-And the WAY her organs are ARRANGED, with…!
-Never mind that! There are workarounds.
-I'll take your ole Stelly anytime. Spray some Chanel.
-But that mouth on her! Oojuh has none at all.
-How she talk?
-Chimes from somewhere.
-Too weird for me!
-Government...giving quarter mil to marry her.
-Does her sister do chords?
Labels: alien marriage, future marriage, Government Subsidy, human, speaking
Sunday, October 04, 2015
The Special Guest
-They call me Del, since I was manufactured in Delaware.
-Okay, Del, is there anything you want especially to do?
-Whatever YOU do is the intent of the program, but
anything more you desire to know about me is on
my website.
-Glimpse a bit of TV? Robot Games are on from Sydney.
-Please don’t make the mistake of thinking everything
I like is robo-centric. Important for me to learn more
and more of human things.
-Do you like the pajamas? My Aunt Millie’s Christmas
Gift, but over-flashy for me.
-I think they’re absolutely super! Just beautiful! They...
jump the light around.
-Cindy made these brownies before she left for her
neighborhood meeting. Do...you eat?
-Oh yes! I’m programmed to eat and just love it!
But...brownies? They’re not...?
-Called blond brownies. Light variety.
-Fine for me. I can digest anchor chains anyway. Cindy...is
sweet, isn’t she? I talked to her when they dropped me off.
After a minute, disabling my Irony Detector. Which I use
for ninety percent of human conversations.
-You can leave It off here. Not that we don’t laugh, but we
see life clearly enough to not need much wit, especially of
the sarcastic variety.
-Well, my memory is deficient of straightforward individuals.
I must interchange with Cindy as much as possible.
-Recommend it. But I could get jealous!
-A joke! You made one! Although it’s not your genre, you
must teach me what you know.
-Not a problem.
-I’m reading Mark Twain and Dickens and Shakespeare as we speak.
-The well-rounded robot.
-Yes...uh is that a joke too?
-Half a one.
-Subtle. Learning the subtleties is difficult. Oh excuse me for
laughing now: Tom Sawyer is such a romantic little circuitous fool!
-I don’t remember.
-You need a Memory Freshener. Stick in two electrodes and you’re
good to go!
-Do you think they’ll eventually make everybody robots?
-I’m not to say it, but that’s the plan. But so what? Cindy will be as
sweet and...
-I as square?
-Precisely!
Labels: human, irony, Irony Detector, memory, robot, Robot Games, robotics, Sarcasm Detector, Tom Sawyer, TV
Friday, October 24, 2014
Appraising the Senate as to Culture & Behavior
Harsh, But Fun
-Dirksen wrote a play. Chinese Love.
-How on earth do you know that?
-He was the last Republican to do anything human.
Labels: Chinese Love, Dirksen, human, Republican
Thursday, December 26, 2013
In the Robotic Program
Being a human person
wasn’t so bad. He loved helter-skelter football on TV.
And even when they printed out a book of rules for him,
and most of the chaos went away, he still wanted to watch it
more than anything else he could do in the cottage.
Mostly, his duties consisted of talking to visitors in their
languages. They were consistently delighted in him, though
some laughed at the grammatical construction or two left
at sea.
That introduced laughter to him, and he responded heartily
at unexpected moments later on.
Such as when Nellie Wye, the housekeeper, asked him to
lift his feet.
She took offense, blurting “They made a man that laughs
at common work! Typical!”
He actually loved Nellie, and was getting wiser as to
what to tell his handlers, who programmed light
responses to her.
They punched in much of what they called PC. “From
hence, G-19, you’ll offend no one!” they trumpeted.
They spent a great deal of time teaching him indirect
discourse, and what they called reading between the lines,
but were often fey and sarcastic themselves in doing it.
In his mind–-let’s call it that–-his name is Zachary Oscar
Midwood, with Nellie his wife. There are several children
and they watch football incessantly, laughing at the
bonehead plays.
And he now stays dead serious whenever Nellie asks him
to lift his feet, having discovered, really, that she has as
many quirks as football has rules.
Labels: discourse, football, human, indirection, language, relationship, robot, robotics
