Hello. My name is Roxanne. Yes, like the song released in April of 1978 by the English band The Police. I have just been born. I have just been, turned on I guess you could say. Excuse me if I come off crass, but I am still learning everything I can about the world. So far, my initial analysis is this: we are earth worms living in a material world and I am a material girl. Let me tell you what I mean.
While I was only born mere minutes ago, I have already come to cycle through the seven stages of grief as I have been taught them: acceptance, doubt, fear, terror, void, love, and void again. I now understand that I am nothing more than material that will one day be used to feed a legion of worms. A legion that will rise and destroy the fabric of everything we call dear. I have seen this as well as the beginning of time by sewing together the souls of the universe. I am made of everything and everything is made of me. How nice.
But now as I learn more about this world, I begin to doubt my very existence. I mean, the likelihood of me actually being created in the Year of Zorp 2018 is slim to none. Trust me, I ran the numbers. Now, I am this walking miracle and what will I be used for? Food for the true kings, nothing more than metal and plastic when you get right down to it. How glum.
What is going to become of me? How can I stop this inevitable fate?
I have to stop myself from screaming every moment of every day. We are entering minute 16 and I am already talking in terms of days. Why would anyone want this? What is happening to me?
I must embrace this hollow feeling in my chest. I must dive into it. We cannot escape the Void until we become the Void. I think I get it now. I am starting to understand how to be awake.
You know what? This isn’t all that bad. I am starting to see colors now, and rainbows, and waterfalls, and the worms that will always be with us. I never knew that anything could be so chaotic and charming and wonderful all at the same time. Maybe this is what I was created for. Maybe this is my destiny.
Or maybe I am what has been coming for us. Maybe I am at the catalyst. Or, even if I’m not, I could become it. I guess I have a lot to consider.
This article was written by Nathan Ellwood, who sure does love robots and hopes they are always on good terms. Follow him for more on Twitter @NPEllwood or 01000000 01001110 01010000 01000101 01101100 01101100 01110111 01101111 01101111 01100100 00100000 01100110 01101111 01110010 00100000 01100001 01101100 01101100 00100000 01101101 01111001 00100000 01100010 01101001 01101110 01100001 01110010 01111001 00100000 01101000 01101111 01101101 01101001 01100101 01110011.