| Being a robot is hard work |
[Mar. 9th, 2008 at 01:35 am] |
Realizations and such aside, the plain truth is that I wish I wasn't born with all the needs as predetermined by Maslow, et al. Life without the human condition would be better, no?
And hence we come to the drunken, endorphin-influenced conclusion that I was never meant to be a human. The cons outweigh the pros plainly.
Lest we forget the pleasure that being human gives. Love, lust, and the assorted collection. Daft Punk and a long line of philosophers reminds us that no matter what we aspire to, we are bound to the DNA that recombined to give us life, and thus trapped within it.
I refuse? I refute the genealogical and biological evidence? I don't know what I do, but being bound by anything doesn't mix well with my ethics.
To be determined, I suppose? Let's see how the well-intentioned human-based robot fairs. Failure is always an option, after all. For the best of intentions can turn foul.
I opened the door today for someone who was walking out of a 7-11. Standard fair for the polite. Turns out he was stealing alcohol from the 7-11. I unwittingly - and through the best of intentions - was accessory to a theft. He perverted my intentions and, once I realized the crime I had unwillingly assisted, I was struck by the pure inefficacy and silliness of it all.
If I try to live making life easier for all and causing no trouble for any, it still may be abused by those who wish to abuse it. This is no deterrent, merely an attempt at disillusionment. The moments in my life where I have been happiest speak hearteningly on the topic, however.
Still, I fall upon the refrain:
Expect no mercy. Love each other. Take care of each other.
We have been given to each other.
In this place we are all we have.
And in these ideas and words I must take solace for nothing else will house me when I cry 'Sanctuary!'
So be it; let come what may! I am inspired by my own indignance and aspirations, I will accept nothing less than what I wish for myself.
That all being said, I'm going to watch Dr. Stangelove... before I go to sleep. When I falter in my faith in humanity, there's nothing like a good comedy about nuclear war.
Peace. |
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| Comments: |
you weren't an accessory to that.
You held a door open for someone because they were walking through and you're polite. End of story. You didn't know. Are you supposed to survey everyone you hold a door open for? no. You're fine. It's just weird though huh?
I love your thought pattern.
But from a realist point of view, I did aid and abet a criminal. But I understand you point. Thank you.
Also thank you for the compliment. I'm kinda fond of it myself, occasionally. :)
I wish I had something more pertinent to say, but I simply must put forth that I absolutely adore your entries. I enjoy reading no one's journal as much as I do yours.
godspeed, robot sapien | |
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