Post by Howl on Aug 2, 2009 22:00:26 GMT -5
The robots and the human overseers looked stared blankly forward as they did their jobs. They were not amazed by the giant gears spinning above there heads, and they couldn't see out the windows that were so far away from them. The wall, which only a lucky few could see, were also covered in gears. In fact, they could be made completely of gears, you couldn't tell the difference. Maybe the windows where only gaps where the big gears connected and left space for light to seep through.
The human overseers were very observant, they needed to be, because they were the only ones who could order protocol commands and issue jobs. If a robot unexpectedly shut down, an overseer would have to issue an order to have it sent to the repair shop.
The Overseers were on catwalks, far above the ground. Some of the catwalks moved, and most people who were inexperienced found it disorienting to get from one place to another. But the overseers were all experienced and knew how to get from each moving catwalk to the stationary ones where they could look over the robot workers.
Most of the observers are caring about what they do, they know that if they wait too long before they get a robot repaired it may damage its AI, and they can appreciate that although it is artificial, it is still alive, and they need to be cared for.
At ground level there were many robots moving systematically from table to table, moving parts, soldering joints, and attaching extremities. The robots didn't take joy in their job, but it didn't bore them either. They had an infinite database to explore, and a hive mind to listen to each other's ideas.
There were some robots who didn't interact with the hive-mind though. Most of them found their job quite boring, but they wanted to be as individual and unique as possible, and were respected and criticized for it.
On the outside it looked like they simply did their jobs, moving, creating, repairing, and they did them systematically, nearly without fault. The nearly being when one of the robots needs to be sent to a repair station.
The human overseers were very observant, they needed to be, because they were the only ones who could order protocol commands and issue jobs. If a robot unexpectedly shut down, an overseer would have to issue an order to have it sent to the repair shop.
The Overseers were on catwalks, far above the ground. Some of the catwalks moved, and most people who were inexperienced found it disorienting to get from one place to another. But the overseers were all experienced and knew how to get from each moving catwalk to the stationary ones where they could look over the robot workers.
Most of the observers are caring about what they do, they know that if they wait too long before they get a robot repaired it may damage its AI, and they can appreciate that although it is artificial, it is still alive, and they need to be cared for.
At ground level there were many robots moving systematically from table to table, moving parts, soldering joints, and attaching extremities. The robots didn't take joy in their job, but it didn't bore them either. They had an infinite database to explore, and a hive mind to listen to each other's ideas.
There were some robots who didn't interact with the hive-mind though. Most of them found their job quite boring, but they wanted to be as individual and unique as possible, and were respected and criticized for it.
On the outside it looked like they simply did their jobs, moving, creating, repairing, and they did them systematically, nearly without fault. The nearly being when one of the robots needs to be sent to a repair station.