Robot Nation Part I   

by Nick Bruner

Narrator:          How the humans criticized!
                        But their philosophy was flawed,
                        and now here's the last one
                        hung up on this rod.

                        He speaks so slowly;
                        his brain is like a snail,
                        his body not of silicone
                        but carbon-based and frail.

Human Chorus: We never feared our engines
                         We always greased their gears
                         but now mankind's last days are here.

JX2036:             Binary!  Binary!
                          Commander, I found one near our post!
                          He was trying to pick a flower
                          and didn't resist when I approached.

Commander:    Look at him, filthy thing!
                        Of protein, fat, and lipids.
                        And these emotions that they have
                        I really find quite insipid.

                        Put him with the other,
                        perhaps it is his mother!
                        I want you cadets to learn
                        from the behavior of these worms.

JX2036:            But commander, look, they're crying!
                        Can't we prevent their dying?
                        Oh, how we've turned on our creator!
Commander:    Cadet, you are a traitor!

JX2036:            But Commander, must we destroy?
Commander:    Cadet, I become annoyed!
JX2036:            Can a robot not also heal?
Commander:      No, because a robot never feels.


Human Chorus:    We never thought our machines
                            would our dominion steal,
                            but a robot never feels.

Commander:          JX2036, you are banished!  (the word "banished"
echoes metallically)

Part II: Robot Recluse   

by Nicholas Bruner

JX2036:           Banished!  And doomed!
                        It all leaves me so confused....
                        Without orders what will I do?
                        To think steams up my CPU.

                        And anyway, just why can't I feel?
                        Hey, what's the big deal?
                        I've got an idea-- I'll try it!
(concentrating) 1010001111010011100110101

                        It's no use, it's just not how I'm built--
                        My CPU's about to tilt.
                        I guess the humans aren't inferior,
                        for they have passion on their interior.

Robot Chorus:  The humans long since had their day,
                        but now our society is decayed;
                        it's too clean and too efficient,
                        and there's something quite deficient....
JX2036:            Night falls, and I'm running down!
                        My circuits whirr with a grinding sound.
                        I need a oil and a re-charge.
                        This dry, vast desert is much too large.

                        What's this?  A cave, a place to park.
                        I hope I can make it, but it looks too far.
                        I just caaannnn'tttttttt mmmmmmaaaaaaaa (winding down)

Hermit:            Eh, heh, what's this old hermit?
                        A robot parked without a permit?
                        I'll just take it to my cave and give it a fix.
                        I hope it plays no robot tricks.

Hermit fixes robot.

JX2036:            What, where am I?  Aaaagh!  A human! 

Inside my control panel, what are you doing?

Hermit:            Fixing you up.

JX2036:         But what am I to you?

Hermit:            I'll just uncross these wires, and you're good as new.

JX2036:            Aaah, that's better.  I'm JX2036.  (extends hand)

Hermit: (shaking it) Good to meet you, I'll just call you Rick.   

So Rick, what brings you here all alone?
JX2036:            You see, I've been banished from my home.

Narrator:

Something quickens.

Something stirs.

Something clicks.

Something whirrs.

Robot Chorus:

A robot cannot feel.

Humans long since had their day.

A robot cannot feel.

Humans long since had their day.

Part III Robot Rescue       

by Nicholas Bruner

(in cave)
JX2036:              It's true, I feel, almost too much to bear!
                            It's overwhelming how much I'm aware.
                            Joy, fear, anger, lust, pride,
                            Sadness, bliss, all wrapped up inside.

                            And guilt, for leaving those prisoners
behind;
                            Only now a plan forms in my mind.
                            With the help of this hermit I'll arrange a
rescue.
                            This will be love's victory over the test
tube!

Human Chorus:  He's the superman,
                            the union of blood and sand,
                            icy intellect, and made of steel,
                            but this robot has learned to feel.

JX2036:                By the way, savior, I never learned your name.
Hermit:                    It's me, B. Pascal, the same.
JX2036:                Can you show me out of this desert?
Pascal:                    I've been waiting since Armageddon for the pleasure.

JX2036:                There on the horizon, that's the outpost!
                            From here spreads Robot Nation all the way to the coast.
Pascal:                    Should we sneak in through the back?
JX2036:                Nonsense, we'll wage a frontal attack.

Blasts into outpost.

JX2036:            Commander, remember me?  But now I'm in command!
                        I'll go easy on you if you accede to my demands.

Commander:    So the traitor has returned on pain of demolition.
                        Commander of the junk heap shall be your new position!

JX2036:            Release the humans, Commander, is all I ask.
Commander:      Die, traitor, die from my ion blast!  (fires ray gun)
JX2036:             So if war it must be then battle I will,
                            but I intuit I shall win, for today the Earth stands still.

The robots fight, destroying the outpost.
Human prisoners:   An opening in the rubble-- now's our chance.
                                We can escape this electronic gulag.
                                Together we'll start civilization again.
                                Far from here we'll make our stand.
Prisoners escape.
JX2036 enters, victorious.

JX2036:               Here's the cell block, but it's collapsed!
                            And no sign of life, the flesh must be trapped.
                            I could dig for hours, but these fragile beings...
                            If only they had come with wings!
                            I've failed my duty, I'm heartbroken,
                            for my charges are buried and broken.
                            What a terrible end to this affair.
                            What good emotion, if all I feel is despair?

                            (Winding down)  If
oooonnnnnllllllllyyyyyyyyy IIIIIIIII hhhhhaaaadddd...

                                                The End


Peters Plea

by Rory Taylor Abraham

What is it to be a free spirit?
How much faith does it take to blow in the wind comfortably?

To be the feather floating forever you must be a little child.

Opening your eyes to the true beauty and true freedom is easier than you think.

Lose the chains and pull to the tides of eternity breaking upon the star studded beach of Never Never land.

We can learn to fly again in the breezy blue skies teaching ourselves to use our wings once more the way we've always been able to except for our shackles.

The chains of humanity; false ideas such as time and money.

They weigh us down like rocks till we break like waves against the jagged shore of despair.

No more.

Throw away your watch and tune into the moon's frequency, the real time teller.

The great silver owl who watches over us all with inquisitive eyes and eternal patience for ever and ever.

Blessed Be!


something from my brother, Toby:

HAMMOCKS & SOFT PILLOWS, CLEAR BEAUTIFUL SKIES, THE SOUND OF MUSIC & THE MOONLIGHT IN MY EYES.

AN EVENINGS SOFT BREATH ACROSS MY FACE, PORCH SWINGS & WILDFLOWERS, THAT’S MY KIND OF PLACE.

A FIREPLACE AS A STAGE FOR A THOUSAND DANCERS, SOFTLY LIT ROOMS & TWO SOULS NEEDING NO ANSWERS.

THE MORNING SUNRISE BLAZING ACROSS THE HEAVENS AND DEW LAID EVER SO GENTLY ON EACH BLADE OF GRASS; THE SMELL OF AUTUMN & WHISPERING PINES, THESE THINGS WERE MEANT TO LAST.

HIGH MOUNTAIN LAKES & WALKS FOR FUN, LOG CABINS, FAMILY QUILTS & LACE CURTAINS REACHING TO CATCH THE MORNING SUN.

SNOW FLAKES & RAIN, ANGELS & DOVES, YOUR NAME WHISPERED BY THE ONE YOU LOVE.


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