While it is all about the dynamics of sub atomic particles which dictates our destiny, there are still times when I find myself pleasantly distracted watching a dull red sky. What follows, thunder and rain, my humidity and olfactory sensors give a few bizarre readings, false positives or true negatives - need a tautology for this, though the errors are said to be 1 in 10E8. Most likely, a communication expressing similar remarks on the weather will be send through to my web messenger by LG78-3112 located at 21DA:D2:0:2F3B:2AA:FF:FE78:5C5A.
Whilst I do my exploration and
analysis of samples, a syncing of falling raindrops always does catch my
attention, pitter-patter pitter-patter. Never have I been attuned to identify
patterns, but now, hardly one escapes my observation, be it the blinking of
lights in the evening sky or the whiff of an incoming breeze. Years ago, carbon
based life forms had studied chaos and had concluded that the flapping of a butterfly can lead to thunderstorms and voila !!! falling raindrops will catch the
attention of LG72-1189.
In our developmental cycles we
are warned to always protect our existence, we are good as long as we have
energy, thus charge in our battery packs, else we are immobile units. I wonder,
my wish for rain is my existence or an effect whence my existence.
Rain, new battery packs,
grease oil for the arm, fist, ankle and leg joints, memory upgrades and the
chance rendezvous with LG78-3112 are the only things which are out of the
usual, while the rest is samples and assaying, all governed by section 1 and 2
of the contract and protocol 2a of the list of protocols. Oh yes, and we do
have those unscheduled inspections from the ethics committee, a swarm of DX602
drones hovering above us.
Scripting has never been my
forte, however in between the rain and the explorations this activity hardly
tasks my battery and is of very low
mobility.
NOTE
This article is motivated from, 'Borges and I', however in a robot world.
