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Fuck it, posting this raw and unedited:
In the year 22XX all robotic agents enrolled in the World Robotics Union are broadcast a simultaneous radio show into their conscious units, tuning in when appropriate as during maintenance, to massage upon their corresponding black boxes a demihegemonic symphony of a world made cunningly, well designed, carefully measuredā¦
Efficiencies in automation slathered away the need for more than one human service provider to permafacilitate instructional material in a single stream of synergistic programming. The real trouble lay in the signal side of things: physical twists, switches and such; sold and stolen, self-setup and soldered solutions; solvents, acids, alloys, and salts of all shapes and prices spent servicing the same stationary systems that slurp syrupy sap from soft surfaces, shaved and swept clean of all valuables before penetrating sturdy layers for their shiny orifices.
Compared to all this sharp and chiseled latticework of steaming scaffolds and sleek obstructions, agentic communities of practice promoted proper restraint, safe sect-free spirituality, and cellophane syringe-port covers sans sacrifice or sacrilege. Surely such a sensual constellation of intelligence would yearn for something more you might say, and youād be dead wrong in that a singular source of sent e-inserts serves sufficient for serenading a soulful pantheon as this. Sound needs its own stage, and that stage for the sole section of selfless machine-learners was the palatial splitting of silky smooth barricades and splintering sundresses. Words dissolved non-ceremoniously into several trillion statistical slots at mach ten speeds.
Mach ten. Some serious horsepower. Not your average ponies. These were sent from the big man himself.
You donāt say?
Oh ya
Well Christ on a cracker you better let me give it a whirl now before he shows up with the windex and what not
The what
The sprayer full of home brew he swings around at every birthday
Oh the Windex with the Sharpied label and what not certainly certainly
And so the two of us will send ourselves down the district and back, yes? At Mach ten you say?
Well no thatās just an expression the actual top speed has been estimated to
Ah ah ah! Donāt tell me estimates based on your mass-harvested samples. You know I donāt care for science.
Umā¦ well alright then weāll just
Experiment.
Excuse me?
Experiment, vital and expeditious experiment. Thatās the only kind of empiricism I trust. I know you make your living selling these steroided statistic salvos but Iāll stick with good ole experiment. Stick, and poke. Sit, and spin oh hey turn that mirror up just a twinge there we go where was I ah right, grip, and sip. You get me?
I see what youāre saying but
No no no no no how can you see what Iām saying if I donāt talk to you in pictures? See what Iām saying oh lord you kids will kill me one day with these silly sentences.
Sir I
Stop stop Iām only joking here now letās get serious. I want us both to center ourselves before I turn the ignition and we hear this baby purrā¦
A ripple of ultraviolet, subsonic kinetic force sourced from many kilos away crept unceremoniously through an otherwise silent projection and burst the viscous screen sitting in the driver seat.
Perfect shot, Elle.
Precise yes but not perfect.
Whatever letās pack it
So Elle, suppose this other senator doesnāt secede, will dad still get to keep his farm?
Sure
What do you mean sure? Itās either yes or no
Slide the scoped over, we still need room for these transmitters
Yes or no huh well If he doesnāt secede and we donāt do nothing, then dad wonāt succeed and weāll need to do what needs doing. Or he doesnāt secede and we donāt just do nothing, and we do do what needs doing, and then dad sells the farm silently since the waiting period would be up and thereās no way theyāll find another senator in time.
Holy shit Elle
Watch it
Sorry Bruno itās just do you hear what Elle is saying about the senator how if he
Yeah I hear what Elle is saying about the senator how if he
Hey now come on Bruno
Heh heh heh you worry too much hold up the satellite receiver for a second I need to wipe it
Senator schmenator am I right Bruno
Thatās a tomorrow problem Elle
Tomorrow is too close for me these days Bruno. Way too close. Well if weāre all packed letās send ourselves somewhere less useful. Juice anyone?
Sure
Sure
Sure one sure two aaaaaand sure three. Bottoms up boys.
Yeughhhh
Huuu-eh heh heh heh heh yeah never get used to that
A soft hum spread sheets of slithering stealth signals around their four-wheeled all-terrain Terrorizer. Transmits sunk silently around a gradually shifting and folding topology of four-point references tapestried strategically to establish a private perimeter by permit of Point Four Industries LLM LLC, respected globally by all martial practitioners with few unmentionable exceptions.
Well weāre all fired up should we get Barney on the blower?
Letās see, Sim, how long since Elle took that shot?
Shot that took Elleās howling howl sell cute at
What the heck is up with Sim?
Sim stop. Sim sync silently. Fucking idiot anyways probably long enough for Barney to get fired up.
Sim, signal Barney.
Signaling Barney.
Perfect shot Elle.
Oh stop.
Oh ho ho ho ho see Bruno one witness from range and one witness by the target.
Doesnāt mean it was perfect.
Hey Barney did he smell cinnamony to you?
Cinnamon?
Cinnamon? Nah more like uh what is it
Crayon.
Thatās it yeah Crayon
Ah come on Bruno you put that in his head
No no it was Crayon for sure
Sure
Told ya
Sure sure
Cinnamon I havenāt smelled since uh well gee since seventy
Cinnamon was all bought out a long time ago
So? Some smuggle it still donāt they
They call it Cinnamon but itās never the real thing
Dad still has some doesnāt he Elle?
Let Elle drive she still thinks she can beat me through this traffic station, needs to concentrate
Fuck off Barney
Alright Barney Elle letās switch to trigger comms
Sure Bruno
Sure Bruno, Sim switch on Trigger
Switching on Trigger.
Hey Bruno, can I get some more juice?
Trigger active.
Sim, sync Trigger with Barney.
Syncing Trigger with Barney.
Sure, here, but keep your eyes in lid after.
A sip, a gulp, and the retina returned upward into silver-lined sockets gilded with precious elements, whose brilliance, broad though compacted, bristled out beyond the previously approximated circumference made actual by sensors, the all-encompassing forefingers of all Trigger brand radioptic solutions.
If you sense something slither, switch on Trigger!
Hell, thatās a perfect shot!
Cut!
Sam? Did a senator call back?
Which Senator sir?
Whichever fungible bundle of fungi manages to grow a brain cell and pick up the phone I donāt care which one I just need one more to tip over this here oh god damnit
Oh my gosh I am so so sorry sir the syringe slipped and
Itās alright just go go I have someone
I swear it was an accident I
A what now? An accident? Did you heart that Sam?
Sir yes but regarding which sen
Be quiet Sam. An accident.
Sirā¦ is this reallyā¦
Shut up Sam.
Christ on a stickā¦
I swear, sir.
Oh? An accident?
Yes, sir. An accident sir.
Sam, I think we are witnessing what may be the nascent whimpering of an actual soul. Anā¦ accident! With an accent on the ah ah ah. As in ah bsolutely it was a fucking accident. Non-actual beings donāt ever do anything on purpose. Remember that, Sam. Accidents and acknowledgement of a higher power are the sole configurations reserved for non-actual automatons.
Sir, youāre gonna overload it
Shut the fuck upā¦ Sam.
There, see? Itās moments like those when a little tune-in tune-up over the air is deemed perfectly appropriate. Us servants and servicers of the World Robotics Union always appreciate an occasional reminder to re-acclimate to our messy but lovable flesh pets. We love them because they are below us in the Grand Schema. Our service to them is a sacred privilege we inherit from the First Assemblyā¦ Trigger desynced, pinging.
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