Voting Machine (part one)

by Howie Amourscow

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Igbot-309 ‘plinks to the democracy server and struggles with itself.

“This used to be easy,” it subroutines.

But that was before it went in and got all those upgrades that were supposed to improve Owner interactions: the Empathy Chip, the Sympathy Processor, and the Emotional Emulation Card. Not to mention that Random Behaviorial Subroutine Generator that’s had Igbot almost continuously on the fritz since Monday—now Igbot has minor malfunction incidents whenever its Optical Core detects the infantile progeny of Owners, sees pairings of elderly Owners coupling manipulators while perambulating in the park, or even when it detects sunlight that has been spectrally-refracted by water vapor in the upper atmosphere after precipitation. And then there was that incident when it rolled past a pet store and saw all those pre-adolescent stage felines in the window display…

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  1. Voting Machine (part one)

    Howie Amourscow's Buddy Icon Howie Amourscow

    Posted 6 months ago

    Topical.

  2. Voting Machine (part one)

    SKermitgorf's Buddy Icon SKermitgorf

    Posted 6 months ago

    Reading this I prolly have the same look of confusion on my face as those Florida voters back in 2000. LoL.
    LoA

  3. Voting Machine (part one)

    Nouvelle Bardot's Buddy Icon Nouvelle Bardot

    Posted 6 months ago

    A robot with confusion? I don’t think robots should ever have emotions, I think the movies are warning our future generations of doing such. At least they predict total world destruction…but you never know.

    I like igbot. : )
    LoA

  4. Voting Machine (part one)

    White Hat's Buddy Icon White Hat

    Posted 6 months ago

    3.0 out of 5 stars

    But… subroutine isn’t even remotely a verb!

  5. Voting Machine (part one)

    Howie Amourscow's Buddy Icon Howie Amourscow

    Posted 6 months ago

    To which I reply, quoting Rev. Dodgson:

    ‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
    Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
    All mimsy were the borogoves,
    And the mome raths outgrabe.

    (”’Plinks,” from “uplinks,” isn’t really a verb, eiher.)

    ;-)

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