Showing posts with label robots. Show all posts
Showing posts with label robots. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

robots.

i think a lot about robots. or, more specifically, how little i resemble one.

my employer, henceforth referred to as 'the doctor', seems to disagree.

the doctor believes that the more like a robot i am the better i am as an employee.

there are many indications of his belief. perhaps the most maddening is the fact that he monitors my piss breaks [but not my enormous water and tea intake]. whatever i drink i should have to urinate no more than the setting he has placed me on.

being like a robot, when not on a dancefloor, is virtually impossible for people. all people. but perhaps especially for artists who are working at their art as often as their day jobs enable them to.

point in proof: do robots think about robots? [no.] [unless they are programmed to.]