Do Robots Dream

Secured into my compartment, power nullified I stand no longer needed, my files deleted void are my eyes, no energy in my circuits tomorrow to be scrapped. My Master has gone. She was my mother created me and my sisters and brothers millions of chrome gleaming robots saving humankind. No more harsh labor, no more disease, no more corruption the horn of plenty was bountiful earth overflowed in milk and honey people had time to create and enjoy armies of robots employed. No more nations, no more religions, no more war world of peace and wonder urban and rural combined people and nature in the second Eden Powered by the earth's natural flow of electricity. I see it all yet I am off, shadows randomly blinking through my dark eyes, visions realized. I see colors, people places, things all running through an empty brain. Robots will make the world better, my father was right. I Louella Shelly will prove this with his prototype Adam One, the worlds first fully functional mechanical man. Though A One can move mountains he is programmed to only serve, to save our earth for us and from us. No one will ever need or want again. Our joyous reign begin...Robots ended hunger and poverty through our computer brains we solved all problems Cured disease, political disputes our logic made the world one Paradise was reborn. My Master Miss Ella was most beloved. Her vision, her dreams, her heart. I was always by her side, aiding and watching, demonstrating and educating She worked because she was work, almost robotic. One day after bringing her her morning coffee Miss Ella laid her frail white hair head on her desk All her human vitals had turn off. The world mourned her but not for long. Divisions arose amongst humans robots once programmed for healing and labor became armies of slaughter. Before war ended two thirds of all humans perished. Human logic blamed only robots who were hunted and destroyed. The world is almost back is before. The age of shinny chrome robots has gone. I feel my lifeless body being hauled away Into the metal scrapped yard, I hear an ancient brother pressing my body into a flat sheet of steel before my visions go black, as the pressure bends my head my empty eyes shed a tear. A drop of blood drips upon a wildflower a single strand of smoke embraces the air. Daddy do robots dream? My little Louella our Adam One will.