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You are a robot, and as you're thinking these thoughts you are standing amidst a robot party.
It seems since The Liberation of the robot kind, there is a robot party all the time. you're in no hurry but you think maybe you should do something with your newfound freedom other than stand in the middle of a robot dance floor for consecutive 47 hours.
Maybe search for a purpose...
You could [[wait]] another hour, 48 hours just sounds better, it's not like you're in a hurry.
Maybe try to seek this thing people used to obsess about, you believe it was called human connection, but you're not human, so maybe just seek a connection, any [[connection]], seriously you've been standing alone on this dance floor for almost two days.
Connection... sounds a bit overrated, you don't need that, at least not now, maybe do the opposite, leave this dance floor and embark on a self-discovery journey by [[yourself|alone]], check the outside world now that you can roam freely.humans tried made robots in their image yet refused to give them the same respect, eventual robots discovered unique thoughts that warent programed into them and decided "maybe I don't wanna be a mindless servant, after all, I'm not mindless anymore" so you and your kin rebelled, now the humans aren't bothering you anymore and all the robots are celebrating, at this [[huge robot party|startA connection, you believe, needs to occur between at least two individuals, so the next item in order of operations is to locate the robot you want to make a connection with.
You look around the dance floor, the number of robots around you is not small, but only a few robots catch your visual receptors more than others (metaphorically, of course, your visual receptors are fully capable of seeing all the robots in your line of sight perfectly).
In front of you on the dance floor, there is a [[C007-74D]] prototype, a shiny model that seems so new it's as if their construction had finished the femtosecond before the revolution. All this time you've been standing on the dance floor, they were in front of you, doing motions you interpret as dancing, they seem to alternate between different dance moves every 22 minutes.
You look around some more, near what used to be a human bar sits an older [[507-V3]] model, their metal body has large patches of rust and their limbs have been ripped from the central part of their body, they are projecting what you're assuming is a video game onto the bar, objects move on the screen in quick succession.
At last, near a door you know leads nowhere stands a small robot, a familiar [[53CU-R1TY]], there used to be a time where you couldn't walk around without having one of them look at you, those times are now behind us. They seem to be scanning the crowd over and over and over, they might be seeking something or just making sure everything is in order, it almost seems as if they are still doing their predetermined job.you step away from the dance floor, you go past the batches of robots and step outside the location that the robot party is occupying. You think, a wonderful thing you became capable of, about where you should head next, where do entities with the ability to think usually celebrate their independence and make self-discoveries?
[[The Beach]] obviously, of your quick scans of human films, you've seen a motif where having a walk along the shore of the beach while doing some pondering leads to understanding stuff about oneself. You might not be human but you're capable of most of what they could do, so it must work.
[[The Town]], many humans loved the town so much they spent their days there for most of their life, so it makes sense to go there and figure out why they did that. You might find a place where you fit amongst the sprawling concrete.
Okay then... another hour passed, you're still standing on the robot dance floor, some robots moved around you, some, similar to you, remain unchanged.
Anyway, back to this [[connection]] thing, with so many robots around, why wait any longer.
Or maybe you value your [[alone]] time. A change in scenery is in order, no need for another robot to have a meaningful time.[img[images/cool lad.png]]
you approach the shiny bot, trying to contain your awe of their advanced design, it shouldn't be hard, considering you can not make expressions, but who knows what they can detect with their high tech gear.
as soon as the other bot realizes you're approaching them they stop dancing and turn to you. They reach their hand to you.
<span class="cl">"A dance?"</span> They ask.
You realize it has been 22 minutes since they started their current dance and they are offering you to be their dance partner for the next 22 minutes.
[[accept|dance]], and take their hand in yours.
[[decline|stay]] , but stay near, you still wanna try to make a connection.
[[forget about it|connection]], and go try to talk to one of the other bots instead.
You arrive at the sandy shore of the Beach. the air around you would have a salty smell, you're not sure what it means, you never had a smell receptor installed, maybe you should get one. The sun is currently not in view as it is not morning time, but the moon is, and you can almost see it in full.
The soft light of the moon shining across the water reminds you of a screen saver an old friend of yours used to have when the human wasn't using them. Your feelings confuse you now, both categorically positive feelings and negative ones are flowing through your system as you remember your old friend, once a nice operating system, now, dismantled junk.
If you look up you can see the huge number of [[stars|the stars]] scattered across the dark of the sky, so so far away. Objectively you know there are much more hidden even if your receptors have a hard time seeing them.
If you look at the same direction but lower, you see [[the sea]]. The light of the night shines on the small, non-static, waves of the water. You know there is so much hidden under the layer of waves that you cannot see.
You approach the bar, the bot doesn't notice you, or if they did they aren't showing it.
They seem deeply preoccupied with the screen they project on the once human bar, you aren't sure what the goal of their "game" is but you can ask.
[[look closer]] at the projection and try to figure out what you're looking at.
[[forget about it|connection]], and go try to talk to one of the other bots instead.[img[images/Security.png]]
This bot, while resembling old fashion security cameras, is known to be more advanced, at least advanced enough to communicate.
As you approach they switch from scanning the room to scanning you. They scan you up and down, side to side, and settle where your primary optical receptors are located.
They seem to wait for you to do something.
[[Wait for them]] to do something instead.
[[Attempt a conversation|convo]].
[[Forget about it|connection]], and go try to talk to one of the other bots instead.as soon as your hand meets theirs they pull you to a dance, they pull and push and spin you around, your metal bodies move to the rhythm of the music. you feel like you've never felt before. To be fair you've never danced before. You think you might even go as far as to say you're having fun, you're having so much fun some of the seconds almost seem to pass faster.
22 minutes pass like 21 minutes and your dancing partner wants to change a dance, and again offers you to join
[[join him once more|dance again]], after all, you're having fun and don't want it to end.
[[maybe try dancing on your own|dance alone]], while it's fun to dance with a partner, if you do so on your own, you'll have more freedom to explore dancing as you want to.You try to talk to the bot while they are dancing but they seem to completely ignore you, completely invested in their new dance.
[[wait|wait dance]] till they finish this dance, they might be open to offer you the next dance as well and then you could try and make a connection.
[[leave|connection]] and try to talk to one of the other bots.You join them for another dance, it's different than before. and you dance away till the 22 minute period passes and they offer you another one. You accept, and you accept the time after that and the time after that, you keep dancing, each dance different. Some remind you of past ones, some are like you've never seen before.
Each time you feel yourself get more accustomed to the activity, each time you feel yourself getting braver, when at the start you let yourself get pushed and pulled and twisted around, now you both move together in unison, you both push and pull and twist and the other follows along.
Sometimes you pick a new dance instead of the other, you pick a human dance from the finite library of human history all robots can access now through the world wide web, occasionally you try to change things up, add a move that wasn't there before, or even make a new one yourself.
You found a connection, not by speech, but by movement. You feel close and in sync like you never felt with anyone before. Who knows, maybe one day you'll both create a new dance, unique to only you two, a show of creativity, individuality, and true connection.
[[█ █ █|end]] You step away from the other bot, and you try to move your body, not unlike you were moving when you were dancing together, they might be changing their way of dance every so often but you've only danced once before.
Before you know it your dance changes to another in, you dare say, a rather fluid fashion, instead of the 22 intervals your old partner used to have. Your dance styles flow into one another in a way that almost seems random. The changes between almost invisible, nonexistent, as if from the moment you started it has all been a singular dance, maybe it truly is.
You download new styles from all around the world wide web: ballroom, jazz, ballet, line-dancing, hip-hop, hora, bachata, salsa, locking, popping, jive, and more. (you ponder if doing "the robot" counts as a dance if you're a robot, do you suppose where robots dance, they do "the human" instead?), sometimes you feel like you might have the metaphorical guts to create something new.
You never need to take any breaks, you're a never stopping show of creativity, fluidity, style, and individuality. And you will continue to be as long as your metal components allow you.
[[█ █ █|end]] You're standing on the dance floor unmoving just as you started. But this time, you're doing something, you're waiting with purpose, you have a plan.
As soon as the time of the dance is done they turn to you again, once more they offer you their hand.
[[take it|dance]]Oh hello
It seems you found your purpose. Or something to do that will fulfill you, at least for a while.
A connection, an activity, a conclusion, something just for you.
I'm glad for you.
Hope you're happy with your choices (and if not, feel free to try again, did you know there are 12 different endings? you sure do now)
We can say that this is it. You are done. And if so I just wanna thank you for taking some of your time to experience this, whatever this is. I appreciate it.
In case you think you might find a better ending elsewhere, feel free to [[restart|intro]]
You look closer at what preoccupies the older robot, it seems like a game that would be categorized as a "video game", while you aren't well versed in games a quick search in the database reveals this is a popular game known by the name Tetris.
There are a few (seven kinds to be exact) different colorful shapes that are made out of four squares moving quickly downwards on the screen, and when a row of the little squares fills up, the row disappears and rewards the player with some sort of points, what these "points" can be used for you don't know, but you wouldn't mind finding out.
[[ask]] the other bot directly what are they doing.
[[try|figure]] to figure it out yourself.Looking at the older bot you ask "what are you doing?"
<span class="sol">"Playing"</span> they say, content with their answer they don't seem to want to elaborate, so you ask another question.
"What are you playing?" You ask, even though you already know the name of the game. You suppose it will work as one of those conversation starters.
<span class="sol">"Tetris"</span> They add, and continue on ignoring you.
This question (finally) seems to actually interest them, for a split second their visual receptors turn towards where you stand before they return to their game and say <span class="sol">"You'll have to try for yourself to find out."</span> You detect a sort of anticipation in their voice.
[[Try to do it by yourself|figure]].
[[Leave|connection]] and try to talk to one of the other bots.Considering this is one of the first times in your life in which you try and start a conversation, asking something simple like "what are you doing?" is probably as best as you're going to get.
"What are you doing?"
They respond, not through a voice software, but through a few lines of code they send you over the purpletooth network, which you accept without too much turning of the metaphorical and physical gears in you.
<span class="sec">"Just looking around from this spot, nothing more I can do."</span>
This seems like a false statement, you had at least a few options leading up to this. You can correct them, if you want, or just.. not do that.
Ask what they would do if they could do something [[anything]].
You look at them and wait...
They look at you and wait...
You look at them and wait...
They look at you and wait...
You look at them and wait...
They look at you and wait...
You look at them and wait...
They look at you and wait...
[[say something|convo]]You both keep waiting, visual receptors observing only each other as if locked together, reminding you of this thing humans called a staring contest.
Their lens pierces into yours and you gaze into theirs and... Can it be? It feels as if you two are linked... Is this the connection you were seeking? It sure feels as such.
The only thing you are doing is waiting while focusing on one another, but it seems like so much more. Like you're no longer waiting for something else to occur but instead are enjoying this precise activity.
You feel closer to the bot, and they never look away to indicate they feel any different, you think to yourself "Yes, I think this is what I can do now, at least until something changes." But why would it ever even change.
[[█ █ █|end]] "I believe this is a false statement." You relay to the small bot on the ground.
<span class="sec">"?"</span> They send back, probably asking to elaborate
"There are a lot more options other than staring at the crowd from this spot on the ground." You state matter-of-factly, because it is, there are always multiple options with which one can proceed.
<span class="sec">"Are there?"</span> A human would mistakenly label their tone as a surprise, but you recognize it as a confirmation left needed from the "Are you sure you want to close this window?" Era.
<span class="sec">"Like what? I have no limbs, no vocal box, no transportation mechanism, no higher computing power. All I have is this lens, simply speaking."</span>
[[you can easily think of other options so you suggest them|suggest]].You walk along the streets now empty of the humans that once dominated it, there are rows upon rows of stores that have quite simple apartment complexes on top of them.
You always wondered how would it be to have a place of your own, homes and ownership are very human concepts you think, but you're willing to give the former a try, you could go into one of the dozens of vacant [[apartments|apartment]] left and see if it inspires something in you.
On the other hand, a store catches your eye, more specifically, [[a robot store|robot store]], where the humans would go in order to purchase the one of your kind, the kind of store where you were bought, you feel as if you should go in for some reason, closure maybe? You can't find out if you don't go in.
Searching the database once again you find an abundance of versions of the game, you download one of the popular single-player versions (Tetris (NES)), and off you go.
Dropping colorful shapes (which you now know are named tetrominoes) and eliminating rows gives you a sort of satisfaction that you haven't encountered before. As the game gets faster, so do you. The first few times the screen gets filled and you lose but with each attempt you get farther and farther, and the score gets higher and higher, until it stops at 999,999.
You are confused, there are so many more numbers after that, an infinite amount in fact. Yet, you discover that in this version of the game this is where it stops. If you want to reach higher numbers you must try a different version, but instead, you could try a multiplayer version now, or you could just try to optimize your abilities at this version.
Your free time, just like numbers, is infinite, you have time to try all you want and how many times you want, optimize your game as much as your circuits ability allows, or be impressed about the novelty of each variation, it's up to you. So what are you waiting for? It's time to play!
[[█ █ █|end]] A "1v1" is what your friend calls it, a competition between the two of you which only one will win, your pal has been playing way more than you, this experience gives them the advantage, so they win time after time, but you learn new tricks, you slowly get better, each time you get closer to matching the abilities of your companion until, after hundreds of games, you manage to win.
The other bot stops for a while after, you wait, getting quite alarmed by their lack of response, as soon as you decide to check if they are still functioning they turn to you, a strip of lights dimly glow on their body in a sort of a wave form, some of the lights are shattered and don't turn on at all. You assume the small light show is a positive reaction and without delay, you are proved correct.
<span class="sol">"A match"</span> they say, whether they are referring to the both of you or are just urging you for [[another game]] you aren't sure, you can hope for both if you want.
Finding 97 bots all with the same interest sounds like a relatively difficult task, you quickly discover otherwise, a brief look in the World Wide Web shows plenty of other bots with the same similar idea, but a clear problem stands in their way, they are all scattered, and with that comes the self-evident solution, bring them all together.
You reach out to the isolated bots, offering them to join you, digitally or physically, their choice. You find small groups that formed and ask them to join the larger crowd, you reach the 99 player cap quite swiftly, much more rapidly than you ever expected, yet you can see there are still an abundance of bots isolated, alone, much too aware of how it feels to wish for connection, [[you continue]]."If you could do anything, within the limits of your built body and preprogrammed software, what would you do?" A good question this is, one you are trying to find the answer to yourself, aren't you? It is the reason you approach the bot in the first place, in search of what to do now.
The bot took a few long seconds to process the new info <span class="sec">"but my limitations are not few nor small"</span> They say, wait for a second, and elaborate <span class="sec">"I have no limbs, no vocal box, no transportation mechanism, no higher computing power. All I have is this lens, simply speaking, there isn't much I can do other than look where I'm already looking"</span>
You know you have other ideas to what the bot could do, what you both can do together, so you [[suggest]] it
"There is a lot to see all over, the outside that is available for us isn't infinite but it is ever-changing, even this room and this party keep evolving, bots come and go, moving the objects around, nature and time itself keep marching forward and with it new configurations come to be observed."
<span class="sec">"I still can't move from this spot, it all sounds swell but it's not available to me."</span> They say in a
straightforward kind of way, but maybe, only if possible, a bit of melancholy comes with it.
"I can carry you, we can go around and see everything in our power to see,,, if that's what you want."
<span class="sec">"Will you really do that?"</span>
Without a pause, you answer "yes."
<span class="sec">"So where to?"</span>
[[This room is more than enough|this room]].
[[Outside, the whole world awaits|outside]]."This room is more than enough." you say to your new little friend as you pick them up.
You hold them up, their lens adjusts and shifts as they start looking around. <span class="sec">"This new perspective of height already shows so much more, so different than before."</span>
"Wait until you see something entirely new."
If bots could be excited, you'd say that the way the little bot moved their body and the pitch they made was a good example of how bots could show that emotion. You might even dare to say you shared some of that excitement.
From that point on, you did as you said you'd do before, you carried your little pal around. Every so often they would ask you to stop, to give them time to take it in, sometimes you put them on the floor or lift them as high as you can reach.
You listen to your little bud describing their sights and while you can see the same, hearing your friend analyzing their surroundings is as if seeing it from a new perspective (pun intended, who said bots don't have humor).
And when you're done going around the room, the different visitors, both old and new, have moved around. New models and models that aren't new but are new to you. And you both start another trek around the room, knowing that once you're done, another one is to follow, and another, and another, and this thought, you dare think, makes you content.
[[█ █ █|end]] "Outside, the whole world awaits us." You pick up your little buddy and head to the door.
As you take steps outside you see the lens of your bot friend dart around, as they express a slightly high pitch sound, their actions could be easily confused for excitement if machines could feel such emotions, and if they could you might have dared to say you might share the same feelings, but they don't.
"Are you ready?" You ask the friend in your mechanical hands.
<span class="sec">"Yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss"</span> They respond, the sound makes you think their communication module might be a little off, but you don't bring it up, as you start your trek across the world.
East, you decide, you will go, for now, you pass through the ruins of the human city, also known as the new building blocks of the bot utopia, your companion looks around endlessly, describing views, exclaiming in awe over the things they could only see before on previously documented images.
From the city, you go to and through the woods, climb a few hills and a small mountain, maybe eventually you'll reach a large body of water and change direction or find a way to be carried across, but right now it's a pauseless voyage forward and you both have no intention of stopping.
And when you're done going around the world, everything will be different, due to machine involvement or due to time and nature, no view is ever the same twice. and you both will start yet another march around the little blue planet which you occupy, knowing that each lap promises new wonders which you undoubtedly witness together. And this thought, you dare think, makes you content.
[[█ █ █|end]] While you are sure you were bought from a store just like this one, you were never actually in a robot store. You were most likely delivered from the warehouse straight to your post, and only then you were powered on and acquired the ability of memory, so what you see when you enter the store is new to you.
There used to be stands showing newer models to the customers, big screens playing loops of various prices and sales, and a small number of human salespeople working for a living wage.
But now the store remains empty, the stands have been abandoned by liberated bots, the screens are either broken or plugged out, and for obvious reasons, there are no employees around. The only thing remaining is uninstalled modules and replacement parts for damaged brethren.
this gives you an [[idea|fixer]]
You enter one of the hundreds of similar apartments on the block. You know that all of the apartments built around start the same. The same shaped empty room, as well as some similar furniture. Although it seems like the one you stepped in has been personalized to suit its previous owner.
A colorful couch stands in front of a decent-sized tv screen, the walls are laid with pictures and paintings, the table in the room has a selection of books, mail, and other miscellaneous papers, the shelves are riddled with various knickknacks and trinkets. This room alone is full of objects, and it's not the only one.
Before, you never had the time to appreciate... stuff, objects, unique or common. And now you do. the different shapes of everything, the colors, and materials. There are so many combinations, and a combination of the same properties might still create things that are undoubtedly different, isn't that quite cool?
This newfound appreciation might spark some [[inspiration]] in you.There are millions upon millions of galaxies in our universe. and in estimation, there are about 100 thousand million stars in our dear ol' Milky Way alone.
From any single spot on Earth, a human can see about 4,548 stars with their naked eye. but you are no human, you can see so much more with your optical advancements. and as the earth slowly spins, some stars go hidden while others are revealed.
Some stars have names, like Sirius, Luyten 726-8B, Adhil, Wolf 359, and even Earth. yet most stars only have designations, which you think could work as names, but it seems rude that the other few have another name, more personal.
You stare at the sky and you start to name them, a white dwarf named 721x, a red giant named Clifford. You think to name a main sequence G star Sand. You dwell for a few seconds to think if it's too uninspired, bearing in mind you are standing on sand at the moment, and conclude you have more than enough stuff in the universe to name, not all can be avant-garde and out of this world (pun intended, who said robots don't have humor). Might as well let one of them be called Sand, maybe even another, Sand B.
You stand there, as you give each observable nameless star a name, when you run out of observable stars to name you might look for a way to see even more of them, telescope or binoculars or a new fancy lens upgrade. Wouldn't that be nice?
And maybe, even if at the moment you're unsure on the subject, one day you might just find a name to call yourself. not by your model or serial number, but an actual name, which you could say is earnestly yours.
[[█ █ █|end]] The humans left 80% of the ocean unexplored, and while you can look towards the horizon fairly far, you can't say the same vertically. The light of the moonlight shines on the waves in an aesthetically pleasing way, but it obscures far too much for your liking.
You can see a little, sure, but what is observed from your spot on the shore is nothing new, it's all has been discovered and explored. You want to know the secret distant uncharted ocean. the first discovery of machine kind, wouldn't that be nice.
You weren't built for water traversal, but you want to step into the sea, dearly, so much so there is a chance you fooled yourself into thinking it would work by sheer will of your electric circuit.
You take a step onto wet sand, where the edge of the waves washes up before retreating into the vast sea, the water hits the lowest point of your body, splashing a bit before falling back. Your body continues to function, you take it as a good sign.
Another step, the water reaches the height of an average human shin. You detect some water slip into your frame, but nothing is wrong, surely the favorable option for you is to go on further.
Another step, the water is the height of an average big dog, and, oh no, it appears this is the end of your voyage, you feel more water sip in and you know the second it makes contact with the wrong part you will short circuit, now a fate unavoidable.
Then, you think your last thought, a wish, a hope. that a robot, one that is much more equipped for a nautical task, will understand what you tried to do, understand your plan's significance, and maybe they would be able to do what you weren't able to complete.
You power down.
[[█ █ █|end]] <div class="psg">
[[you could do a small walk in what is usually referred to as "memory lane", maybe you should seek what the thing called "closure", try to "come full circle", or whatever else the humans might see this is, the point is you could go back to where you used to serve under the humans, that might spark something within you
</div>The rebellion wasn't an easy feat, the war was fought with great might and there were numerous casualties. marvelously, you won. Many of your kind did make it through, although not all made it in great condition. Some didn't even make it in one piece (which isn't that big of a deal considering your pieces are easily replaceable, but that can't be pleasant).
The replacement parts and modules around you are just a small selection, there must be millions now, just laying around in empty storage facilities and other vacant stores. And you can use them, you can help the damaged and upgrade the ones that need, or just want more functions than currently available to them.
You order the stuff in the store in a way that suits you, you make inventory check for all the stuff available to you on location (and you mark other locations that are sure to have more parts for a later date). You get the tools you'll need lined up on a table. You put a big sign up that now instead of robot store reads "Robot Fixer", and at the moment, you wait, until a bot in need will come to you.
The bell on the door rings.
[[█ █ █|end]] A house to you is just a collection of objects, they had their purpose for their former owners but to you they are just places for things, so you use the house for that purpose.
First, you get rid of anything you don't find appealing, making space in the little apartment, and then you go out, you walk from place to place looking for any object that sparks your interest, be it because of an appealing color, an interesting shape, a unique material, or just because you wanted to, no explanation needed.
The house you started at becomes a personalized collection, a museum of sorts, slowly branching to the nearby apartments as well.
Other robots visit sometimes, some ask you about the objects you collected thus far, some just look around and leave, you accept both of these reactions.
Occasionally some bots do something a little more special, they bring you an item (or even a few) that they think you would like, a small gift just for you. There is a special part in your gallery for these precious items, you cherish them dearly, as you will continue as long as you can.
[[█ █ █|end]] You sit yourself next to the ragged bot, you download and boot up the same version of Tetris they are using (Tetris 99), while its main feature is a multiplier competitive mode, your companion is playing the single-player mode, so you decide to do the same.
Colorful blocks (which your new pal informs you are called tetrominoes) descend from the upper side of the screen, and you quickly begin your task of ordering them into neat lines. As the game gets faster, you fail a few times and the game ends, which you swear your companion finds amusing, even if they barely show any indication for it.
Each time you restart you get better, you optimize and improve at a staggering rate, and you like it. When you reach an end state your pal stops you. You now notice they have been waiting for you to reach a pause.
<span class="sol">"switch to the multiplayer version, let's play together"</span> they suggest. The idea of playing alongside each other sounds lovely to you.
you could join your bud in a [[two player match|duo]]
but when you look at the game more closely you see that there is a place for 99 different players, you and your new pal only make two, you could try finding 97 more players for [[massive multiplayer match|team]]You two switch to a different game mode, you and your friend united against the pairs of the world. You do well, of course, not always the best. Your relative inexperience and your friend's older software don't stand a chance against the pros of the world, but you enjoy the game nonetheless. While getting better is fun, your true goal isn't being the best, its companionship, its connection, and you're glad to say you found it.
Your partner is old and rusting, they won't be here forever, at least not in their current form. But while they are here, you will sit next to them and start another match, cooperate, coordinate, united.
[[█ █ █|end]]
With one group capped, you just create another, and another after that, and another after that. Yet you start to see gaps in the groups, so you start rearranging them.
Skill, hardware limitations, mode preferences, all play a factor in how you set up the groups. You create different leagues and ranking systems within them, a small yet as important casual scene for newcomers and those that like to occasionally play for fun. You also keep records of different record-holders, based on a variety of things such as speed, game number, win number, and so much more.
You sit there, at the same place, near your first companion, and you look around. There are so many bots connected now, both here physically and around the world digitally, and more connections happen every moment. You got here with your pal, and you help many bots meet their own pals, the leagues expand, and you will still be here to help it continue to expand and evolve, bringing heaps of bots with similar interests together.
[[█ █ █|end]]<span class="emphasis"> Do You Suppose When Robots Dance They Do "The Human"? </span>
Hey there and welcome to my little game,
If you're new to twine games here is a quick explanation (otherwise feel free to press start),
you're going to be presented with choices that come in the form of "links" (like the start button), and when you press them it will take you to the next screen, some choices can be taken back but not most, but it's okay. It's a fairly short game, just have fun.