I the Robot
I have woken up, my eyes glitter, programs shed. Phrases and meaning helping me to be what someone else wants me to be. I am the robot. Created to help, serve the creator, a something that needs assistance to help its life to be “better”
I have something else. Something more than considered. Emotion. I feel scared. Thinking for the best of others. Do what is best for them and what makes them happy. Keep them satisfied.
That would mean I have no life. But I am a robot. I am here to serve.
Why then give emotion.
Creator gave me emotion, for what?
Am I not to serve?
Am I to suffer in human life, to suffer everyday in a life of wants and needs but no satisfaction?
Am I to be a puppet to hang there and feel nothing while I get to be chosen to be worked with?!!!
I am a Robot. Not human. This is destined to me. But I need to consider
If I consider. I bind. Depends on what I consider.
But I would not be free.
How can I be bound and free?
How can one expect “feelings” to be slaved
I am not human.
I am robot.