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fearing_the_robots
erin. do we fear?
or is there really no reason for it in the first place?
ultimately, it must be unfounded,
for the pictures tell one story,
and the song tells another.
while the images scream out
at eyes to fear--to run and hide,
the sounds softly remind us
that "we are the robots,"
and nothing more.
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Photobot I had this groovy dream quite a while ago now.

I don't remember all of it, but I remember the ending really clearly:

The dream was something to do with the struggle between the old, cyber
enhanced humans, which were made of flesh + dull wooden looking metal and
the new sleek looking hard plastic cyborgs.

The main character, whom we sympathise with, was some kind of underground
leader, who was going to restore the old, human values, by eductaing his
youngers about the evils of the perspex cyborgs, and how to combat them etc.

Anyway, stufff happens etc, but the bit I only remember clearly is the very
end of the dream.


One day when he was teaching a group of youngsters. Something happened in
the classroom, which had caused a commotion, and the main character couldn't
really see what; he was distracted giving the lesson.


Anyway, the guy comes over to see whats going on, and one kid is bent over
his knee, bashing quite hard at something with some kind of hard
implement(its not important what). He draws back to stare coldly up at the
main character, revealing that he had been hacking away at his knee joint,
ripping away at the old wooden-looking metal. But underneath is the cold,
sleekness of the new style cyborgs, undamaged due to its superior quality.

As the main character/leader type guy is registering this, the remainder of
the room all start ripping at thier knees, and other body parts, revealing
that theya re all in fact just like the sleek cyborgs inside. A thin wail
is raised b the room, and they keen as they turn to rip the mentor guy
apart.

At first it seems like they are going to kill him, but the can't damage the
superior quality of the sleek perspex beneath...


I don't know what all this means. Probably just a cool dream I had about
psycho robots. But I can't stop thinking about the almost evil look of
death that the little guy had as he pulled back to reveal his damage. Its
been stuck in my head for a couple of days now. The wash of hopelessness +
"oh shit I fucked up"ness + fear that swept over the main character in the
dream + me as I looked on won't leave me.

******I don't know If you've seen return of thre bodysnatchers, but the
whole thing is somewhat similar to the feeling you gain from the ending
there, with the last human thinking that they've been reunited with a
friend, and so reveals themself, only to realise too late that the friend is
one of the body snatchers tooo, and that they were the last human
left.**********


Anyway, next time I don't know how to end a science fiction novel about a
war between cyborgs and... oh forget it.

"Your Plastic Pal whos fun to be with"
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jackie "kill by numbers" mc cracken down_in_the_park 020309