Robot dream

Robot is dreaming: Dream of robot following orders, shooting things, then out of control, gets his own mind.  Shoots things for fun, kills self.   Man and robot are talking: Man:  Why do you do these things? Rbt:  I want to see man change, other than just phisical appearance. (Man in microwave)   Flashback of robot’s: Woman’s face, outlined in phosphorescent blue lines following an electrical/circutry pattern, experiencing expressions of…

September 9, 1990
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Stick

I. NEO‑TOKYO.  05‑21D.  22:59:20 p.m.   Score: All tied up, four to four. My weight shifts from my left leg to the right, nervous energy building, waiting for release. My eyes flash to the judge, opponent, judge again, waiting. I spring forward, my stick extended to the right, rushing the cube. Every muscle trembles as I stride, right, left, right, feint. An opponent charges me from the left, his stick…

September 9, 1990
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The Bout of the Century II: The Final Solution

In a large dark cave lived one called Goblin, And he enjoyed it, for he was alone. When one bright day, with a skip-and-a jump, Came wandering in the one called Gnome. Gnome liked the cave much, and with a shove of his thumb, Told goblin he’d best soon be leavin’. Goblin gave a great sneer, bearing his yellow-brown teeth, And a very wicked stick started heavin’. The stick was…

September 9, 1990
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The Bout of the Century

The two combatants slowly circled, One named Ogre, one named Orc. All around the land fairly whirled, And they swung their weapons with incredible torque. Ogre swung, caused Orc to dodge, And Ogre’s club went whistling by. Then Ogre’s club in a tree did lodge When an arrow went flying by. It missed completely that arrow sure did, But really caused Orc to frown. So then did Orc’s massive hammer…

September 9, 1990
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Nation

N A T I O N AS A CHILD WAS I TAUGHT, THE FLAG: WHITE, FOR THE HONOR OF OUR MEN; BLUE, FOR THEIR COURAGE; RED, FOR THE BLOOD THAT WAS SPILT. WHY? THESE LESSONS, WHAT DO THEY MEAN TO OUR COUNTRY NOW? I CANNOT SEE ANY OF THIS… …EXCEPT BLOOD. DOG EATS DOG. WHY DO I EVEN TRY TO DO ANY RIGHT? BECAUSE…I CANNOT STAND THE LIES.

September 9, 1990
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Revelation

[Decay] It is all that surrounds me, and even myself which continues to deteriorate as time passes ever on.  Hour upon hour, though I have no means by which to count them, pass, and the stench of [Mildew] has long since become a constant to my senses. Reverberating echoes from the dripping [Water] are merely unconscious noises in my ears, the moans and cries of the tortured un-noticed. There is…

September 9, 1990
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Limbo

I can see them through the leaves, the dancers, their bodies thrashing wildly to the congas.  The burning fire throws their shadows twisting and jumping along the ground in an illuminated ring of red and yellow light.  I sit in the dark watching, my light being that of the full moon.  Tsetse flies buzz around me in the warm air, adding to the sounds of the jungle.  The congas continue,…

September 9, 1990
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