Putting the code on the robot, he expected it to work
As it was only supposed to blink the LED as a proof of concept
It did that, so now to add the code he really wanted to work
Nope, that part dies. Nice try. Now back to the drawing board
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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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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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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Bashing on the keyboard, programming robot liebehaviors
Living the lie that it will actually work this time
As you change random things in the deluded hope it will fix the problem
Never really believing you will really make things better
Killing all your hope as your mind goes…
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.
Rational humans begin to work
Organizing algorithms, integrating hardware
Building in a bit of intelligence
Only the project begins to slip into chaos
Till humans are irrational and don’t work
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