I built sapient robots
October 1, 2013 at 11:40 pm
(This post was last modified: October 1, 2013 at 11:48 pm by Lemonvariable72.)
So I build 2 sapient robots. I programmed them to be somewhat dull at first, and I made them with a love for books, then left one in the middle of the floor and told them not to read it, or they would die. Now one read it and pasted it to the other and that one read it too, and this increased their intelligent to that of a average human. I did not kill them, but instead decide to wait until they are closing to dieing or becoming obsolete and burn them. Now bare in mind they can reproduce and feel pain just as us (genius breakthroughs).
However I then decided after a time to offer them a way out. I took one many generations later and reprogammed him to preach among, about my mercy and love. I then had 2 others that I controlled kill it in the most cruel way possible and now if they accept this sacrifice I forgive them, but they have to worship me or else I burn them.
Aren't I loving?
However I then decided after a time to offer them a way out. I took one many generations later and reprogammed him to preach among, about my mercy and love. I then had 2 others that I controlled kill it in the most cruel way possible and now if they accept this sacrifice I forgive them, but they have to worship me or else I burn them.
Aren't I loving?
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
