Posted on: May 22nd, 2011 Seven Deadly Robots

By Rahul Kanakia

Six deadly robots combine to create a seventh. They perturb the radiances of the kinetosphere. I awake.

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I am under a long, cold sky that is shedding snow. Within moments, my skin accumulates ice that falls away in sheets as I walk.

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My constituent parts whine and attempt to break away. Their purpose has been fulfilled. They long for independence once more. I grapple with the erring pieces, and my hands buzz and twitch. I am holding myself together with physical force.

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I exist in unending time, the moments between the coming together and the breaking away.

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I am made of six deadly robots that murder transcontinentally. They whisk to and fro, not caring what their laser-fuelled maws munch down into streams of basic particles.

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Six deadly robots forged across the space of aeons, by hands that never knew each other. My arms are the fruit of long-dead civilizations, located at opposite ends of the earth, and engaged in a war so hate-filled and dire that they pumped years of output into designing permutating devices that would skirmish across the ages.

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One leg is made of stone that thunks and bangs off chips with each step and then seeps deep into the earth and comes up refreshed, whole, and covered in mud.

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The other leg is gleaming gapless metal, a solid rod pivoting me across the terrain. This leg only changes shape when no one is watching; when everyone is dead. It will be the last to fall away. It does not fight me. It is the only one of the robots that I love.

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My torso is a city, a grimy agglomerating thing that once slithered across the bottom of the oceans and gave life to millions of beings. Some of them live inside it still. I can hear them cry out to me.

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My head is a coruscating orb, a bejeweled data crystal wherein was once locked the knowledge of all that was and will be. That knowledge was erased centuries before the first coming together. Now my head crackles with solid states that have become fluid, and each pop of frustrated incandescence can power me for another millisecond. If my head was ever to learn something, anything, then I would fall apart. But the head does not learn, it deletes. The consciousness that pieced itself together from the orphaned fragments of knowledge hates itself and prowls eternally within those matrices, deleting any and all data that attempts to embed itself within that vast, fertile receptacle.

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None of them were intended to be conscious. They gained consciousness. In one way or another they destroyed their creators, and then persisted. My head is the youngest. When it was created, the arms had already been hunting each other for a million years.

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They do not love each other. Some of them hate each other. They do not know why they come together. The parts fit, that is reason enough. The parts fit and they cannot bear to resist the coming together.

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Someday one of them will be destroyed – as others have been destroyed – and the world will rejoice, and the other five will flee, and they will again yearn to be one. They will be driven to word and deed, as they have not been in aeons, and they will find a likely candidate from amongst the world’s machines, and something will come and stand in my place, as I stand in the place of thousands who have gone before me.

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They come together, and I awake, and then they begin to struggle.

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Someday they will be strong enough, and master themselves, and refuse the decimating urge to mate unseemly hardware.

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Or someday I will be strong enough, or smart enough, and I will weld them together. They will die, and I will live.

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My limbs fragment, they do not heed my mind’s call. Soon this field will be full of swarming rats where once a titan stood and groaned and willed himself to be born.

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6 Responses to “Seven Deadly Robots”

  1. My story “Seven Deadly Robots” is up at Brain Harvest « Blotter Paper Says:
    May 27th, 2011 at 10:38 am

    [...] Yep, it was published on May 22nd, but since their website was down for a few days, I held off on announcing it until now. You can read it by clicking on this sentence. [...]

  2. Garrett Ashley Says:
    May 27th, 2011 at 3:16 pm

    Awesome, awesome, awesome. “They do not love each other. Some of them hate each other [. . .] The parts fit and they cannot bear to resist the coming together.” Great line, great story, one of my favorites by far on BH.

  3. Samuel Lieblich Says:
    June 2nd, 2011 at 1:53 am

    Here here.

  4. Becca Says:
    June 3rd, 2011 at 5:54 am

    I think I like this even better than the Nelson story – it’s a really evocative piece. Nice work!

  5. hinshaw Says:
    June 5th, 2011 at 6:42 am

    nice

  6. bbh Says:
    December 20th, 2011 at 12:26 pm

    you are such a badass. this is fantastic.