Velma Marcie's Short Story: Machines

The unraveling of Rita Goodall's entire existence was more or less a good thing. Her absolute life built upon school and grades turned out to be a complete sham, yet it wasn't until the last entangled thread laid out did she notice. By then, she already had dug her grave and was waiting for the funeral.

Taking a further step into this subject, Margaret asked why would we expect robots come into our lives and she answered this question in an ironic tone that “Because, deep down, we desire them.” By listing the artistic works and realistic inventions ranging from the story of a Sumerian

Riya blinked once out of shock then opened her eyes again to make sure of what she had seen, everything wasn't in the usual.

At work, people are claiming to be too busy on their devices to be able to have conversations. In fact, they do not want to have the face to face interaction, but would “rather just do things on [their] blackberry” (136). Moreover, a “sixteen-year-old boy who relies on texting for almost everything says wistfully, ‘Someday, someday, but certainly not now, I’d like to learn how to have a conversation’” (136). The reliance on technology has increased significantly and the necessity for conversation has pivoted. A teenage boy confesses that he feels more comfortable talking to an “artificial intelligence program” (138) about dating instead of his own father. Similarly, many people want “Siri, the digital assistant on Apple’s iPhone, [to become] more advanced, [because] ‘she’ will be more and more like a best friend” (138). Robots are being given more credit for comforting humans than humans themselves. Not only are the younger generations thinking this, but also the elders. When Turkle brought a baby seal robot to a nursing home, an elder woman began to speak to it and feel comforted by it. It is a tragedy that humans are feeling a deeper connection with robots than other humans. Humans have the experiences and the feelings that the robots are not capable of having. Hence, there is confusion about the difference between conversation and

Anne nodded again, but was too lost in thought to respond. Her eyes were unfocused and her lips were drawn together in a thin line.

Marci hugged the girl. “I know, Luczi. I really don’t talk to anyone the way I’ve been talking to you. You are my best friend.”

The raven haired girl was the first to speak up, “Leilani Kahele. But you can just call me Lani.” She smiled brightly with a soft chuckle. (Some guys swooning over her already..)

“ I’m sorry, but I would like to know what your name is.” he said sincerely.

"Oh Sono! I wasn't talking to you! I was talking to Umber, Deniz and Extos!" The lady said brushing her hand threw her long blond hair.

"Do you know anyone yet?" I asked, only somewhat curios, but mostly distracted by the way she looked away and bit her lip when I asked about her.

Jason stepped forward and extended his hand. “Good morning, Mr. Birch. We can’t tell you how excited we are to have you here,” Jason said.

“Where am I? What happened? Why a… wait where are they” ace said as his green eye scanned the room for his friends but saw no signs of them. Why is it so dark in here? he thought as he pushed himself off the cold ,dusty floor and started to walk in the terribly lit hallway

"Hello," I said, my words muffled behind my mask. "My name is Serena and I'm a volunteer from the Patient Playroom."

The setup is robotic, asking intimate questions and expecting simple answers. However, it is intelligent enough to interpret Theodore’s complex answers, which is humorous to the audience who anthropormothise technology all the time. For example, Siri.