Manifesto #2: Basic Robotics and The Story of T.e.s.s.

Part II. Basic Robotics and The Story of T.e.s.s.

For the beginning of this section I’m going to break from the prose stylings and layout a couple of bullet points that I drew up in the last couple of weeks. I’ll try to approach this subject with a clear head if I can.

Robots, Androids, Humanoid Machines

-Blood: not as a soupy , because it does not contain oxygen. Still, it is the same color. In respect to regular organic life, robots are just as likely to get drunk and be mad at you.
-Aging: most are young. Though the organs grow like their organic counter-parts, key components like the spine, rib cage, and femur bones of the leg must be manually extended by experienced technicians. Most end up becoming deformed and unhealthy; certain parts grow and others atrophy quickly.
-Thus, the majority of robot owners are wealthy enough to pay for routine maintenance.
-Robots who make into their twenties are typically spoiled.


Tess. was one of these exquisitely maintained robots. She was from a rich family, treated like a real one from the day she came along. She was prone to fits of fussiness and violence, but she had a nice smile. Tess had a great ass and she exercised regularly. She really cared about what people thought. Like everything special and nice, Tess was not liked by most. Her hands flew around and swatted the air when she held a cigarette, movements so much more life-like than those around her that she was the object of fear and scorn. Something like Tess made a person question what it meant to be living, whether or not it was the best thing available or whether it meant anything at all. She dripped with a living substance when she was really dead. To some, the potency of her artificial spark invalidated the real thing.