I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Tuesday, January 1, 2008

Story Bone

This is another of those "what I woke with" ones. This may or may not also be the same as the movie Universal Soldier (I've only seen certain parts of that movie, so I could be wrong). Parts in parenthesis are thoughts after awaking.

A military android(s) (robots) damaged (must be irreparable or undiagnosable error that makes the android unreliable) in combat is (are) sold as scrap to work maintenance (or colonization). Android(s) is (are) on the cusp of sentience and longs for his/her/its(their) old job(s). Seven Samurai like story like, the old soldiers free a planet.

Edited for grammer

3 comments:

Camille Alexa said...

Why don't you write it up for that robots anthology currently accepting subs?

Steve Buchheit said...

Robots Antho? Where?

Actually, there's also a contest for Confluence (a con in Pittsburgh) whose theme is "Metal Feathers" that this might fit. But having a couple of markets for such a story would be excellent.

Camille Alexa said...

http://www.permutedpress.com/robotsbeyond.php