Travel (an acrostic poem)

Time to go on an amazing journey

Really it will be a long trip in a van

And once we get there it will be robot time

Viewing the countryside as we drive by

Everyone will wonder when we will get there

Looking back they will ponder where they have been.

 

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Echoes (a 100 word story)

The parts taunted Ginger in Mr. Johnson’s voice as she stared at the pile.  Somewhere in there was the robot she envisioned, but it was up to her to tease out that idea.

She started picking up motors and wires, controllers and microprocessors.  One part after another got attached to the superstructure.  Coding commenced, and the motors sprang to life.

After a few hard weeks she was done.  What sat in front of her wasn’t exactly what she had in mind.  It was better because it was her creation.  Stick that in your face Mr. Johnson!  Girls can do engineering!

 

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Cyborg (an acrostic poem)

Couldn’t feel his fingers anymore

Yet it didn’t matter since the ones he flexed weren’t really his

Being part robot did have its uses

Or you could say he was being used because he was the first part robot

Really it didn’t matter.  He was alive and able to hold his son

Giving his human side great joy

 

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Robot Artisan (a 150 word story)

As the 3D printer printed out another iteration of his robot’s body, Martin pondered if this method of construction could be considered hand crafted.  He had designed the robot shell in Autodesk Inventor, carefully putting in every curve and thickness.  He had precisely lined up the mounting holes so that all the electronics would fit perfectly with just enough space to make it relatively simple to assemble while making it look tight and tidy to an outside observer.  He had put the previous prototype together, piece by piece, including programming the behaviors himself.  He had molded those behaviors, creating new routines and shaving off excess commands till the code was beautifully efficient.

As Martin watched that previous prototype scurry along the floor, he decided it was hand crafted in this new digital age.  That means he could claim to be a robot artisan, and Martin like the sound of that.