Robot Rebel

By Hal Clay

Can you imagine a human baby born in a Robot world? Well, Mr. Clay could. This book you can't resist. It is a true adventure story that happened in the year 3006, and tells what happened when this real baby grows up and the computer finds out that he's not a robot like everybody else.

An amusing story about Robots and their behaviour concerning things they know nothing about. If a real baby was born in such a Robot society? What would you do if you were that child and thought you were a Robot? Well- a baby was born in a Robot World. His name was »Milkas«. He grew up thinking he was a Robot like everyone else - that was until he found himself tangled up in an adventure he never thought possible. Do you want to find out what happened to Milkas? Well, that ́s easy....read the book.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Hal Clay
• Release date: Nov 11, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311581815

Hal Clay

Hal Clay has been in the Animation and Entertainment business since his youth, starting at the Walt Disney Studio and continuing as a freelance Animator and Script writer for TV spots and feature films and ending up in Europe for cultural reasons, and the love of Art. He now resides in Over Stowey, Somerset, England, and in Munich, Germany – teaching, painting, and writing humorous novels.

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A ROBOT REBEL

A true story that happened in the year 3001

1

If one looks carefully into the night sky among the billions of stars, one star in particular could be seen to have its own character, in that it continuously expands and contracts every two minutes. It seems to want to tell us something. If you have a telescope powerful enough you might see a blue planet revolving around that pulsating star ever so slowly, taking a whole year to do it. Sounds familiar?

There is a very interesting story about this slowly revolving planet that happened back in the year 3001.AD. Normally such a planet should have had the perfect prerequisites for the Human Species to exist, but they are not to become the same as we would think.

HOW DID THIS COME ABOUT? We will have to go back a few centuries earlier – to about the year 2500.AD when that planet was really populated with living Humans as we are familiar with.

But these humans had one problem: they were unable to behave themselves, and these normal humans had the capability to transform their planet into a holocaust of destruction. Because of their self-centered power struggles with their fellow humans, it only resulted in rockets falling on cities that they so carefully had built up. Together with industrial power that mostly cost them their Life-giving air, it was continually depriving them of the means for existing. Terrible weather changes led to hurricanes and floods. The inside core of the planet was contorting the surface with volcanoes and earthquakes, further causing destruction of the land and its people and dooming them to sickness, hunger and thirst. Not a pleasant picture to begin our story with:

BUT NOW, if we move ahead from 2500, to the year 3001.AD it looks quite different. There is no longer evidence of a ruined planet. The chaos and destruction is gone. The skies are clear blue, the weather pleasant, and the smoke that covered the cities is gone. If we look closer we see a peaceful city buzzing with activity. The sun shines on orderly streets of traffic and strolling pedestrians. What could have happened? This cannot be the same people who were trying to kill each other hundreds of years earlier.

Perhaps the humans have somehow learned their lesson. But there must be a reason for all this. If we look closer we can see strange figures that look like Humans moving along the sidewalks. At first glance they must be the same beings as we know them, but if we look closer these people are not humans. Actually they are all mechanical Robots.

Everywhere you look, every one of them is a mechanical Robot! Robots can be seen greeting each other politely as they pass by other robots. Old robot ladies are being helped when crossing the street. Robots in their cars wave pleasantly at other Robot drivers who are sharing the orderly flow of traffic. As far as we can see, ‘Harmony’ is the key word in this Robot-world.

BUT LET’S LOOK CLOSER

ROBOT CHILDREN are playing catch me-if-you-can around the tables of a sidewalk café where men and women Robots are relaxing in the sunshine. One little Robot girl inadvertently bumps into a table of an old Robot trying to read his local newspaper.

Hey, you brats! Can’t you play somewhere else?

The Robot children stop and look at the Robot man that complained. Then they run over to their Robot parents for comfort. Angry looks are exchanged between the grown-ups.

(You ask: Is that Harmony? Apparently there seems to be some minor exceptions, even in this Robot-society.)

One begins to wonder how these Robots are motivated. What kind of mechanism tells them what to do? One would think they should be easier to control than the Humans who only made a mess of their world. But it also seems like some of human behavior must have been programmed into these mechanical people to have feelings to react to their environment to keep them relatively happy, or sad, or whatever.

Something must have happened during those hundreds-of-years gone by, since the time when the humans left all their destruction behind them. What it was, not one Robot knows for sure. For them there are no such things as Humans. These Robots appeared en masse and took over. They are not just robots, but robots that somehow look like real humans beings with variations in each- one, making them different to the others.

What eventually became thousands of robots that resemble men, women and children in a basic way, no one really knows. The anatomy is almost the same, legs, arms, heads, but with different mechanical improvements for solving various actions, like wheels to help some when walking, sliding tubes to make it easier to grab things. built in lights for seeing when it gets too dark, expanding segments to rise higher for better orientation, all such things that the humans did not have, put together with metal and plastic parts.

The appearance of the world about them is not colourful but grey and colourless. Things, plastic and metallic make up most of their visual world. As there are no humans about, the robots know only of other robots, and the rest of their environment includes mechanical animals, plastic plants, and pre-machined food and drink.

And so it goes - a functioning world of normal Robots where everything seems under control with no trace of Humans.

If we were ... But wait a second!

Is that a Police siren we hear? Do they have those here too? That Sounds very ‘Human’ to me.

The Robots in front of the café turn to watch a Police hovercraft flying towards them. It stops abruptly in front of a nearby building. Tough-looking Robots get out, and with a loud clanking of metal two of their policemen run over to a three-story office building. Obviously it must be something very important for all the urgency and noise they are making.

The men force their way into the building and rush up the stairs. Just then another Police car comes screeching up. More Police robots rush inside where can be heard much commotion and banging and smashing of doors and windows.

One robot policeman yells from inside, They’re in here all right. Grab that guy over there! We’ll take care of this one.

This is followed by banging of metal, followed by terrible yelling and groaning and a loud scraping sound, and more groans.

While this is happening, farther up the sidewalk, on the right, an average looking Robot pair are approaching. They calmly walking towards the same building with the police cars parked in front. They are wondering what all the noise is about.

The man whispers to his wife, Listen to that! What are those Guys up to now?

Just at that moment the Police come out of the building carrying two robots that are flailing about in an uncontrollable manner. The driver of the hovercraft yells out to them.

Hang on to him. Don’t let him get away or all Hell will break loose.

The squirming robots are roughly carried towards the waiting police car. During the struggle with the Police, one of the captured robot’s legs becomes twisted and breaks loose and falls clattering onto the sidewalk.

As the man and his wife walk by, no longer interested with what is going on, the man robot trips over the leg and lands awkwardly onto the pavement..

He looks up and yells to the police, What the blazes is going on here? Can’t you guys watch out what you are doing?

The wife, whose name is Astral pleads with her husband, Pulsar, not so loud. They might not like what you say.

There is much running about, back and forth from the hovercraft, back to the building, up the stairs, closing windows and doors trying to get everything together. After dumping the two uncontrollable robots with their loose parts into the hovercraft, one of the Policemen comes over to Pulsar on the sidewalk.

Sorry about that. When they are wild like that, we wish they were better built. Are you all right, Citizen?

Don’t touch me. I can get up myself.

His wife steps in-between them. She smiles at the policeman. Oh, he’s all right. He’s just worried about me, you know.

The Policeman turns to her, "Oh, why is that?

Astral pats the metal plates on her stomach. You see, I’m expecting.

Pulsar gets up and growls at the Policeman, Yeah, she’s gonna have a baby! If my wife had stumbled over that piece of junk, there would be one less baby to grow up and do your work for you.

What do you mean, for me? Workers are for everybody’s good. But don’t talk such drivel, or you will get into trouble, especially today!

Today? Why today?

Don’t you look at your monitor, Citizen? General Darkhol, from the White Tower, is coming for an A2 Check!

Pulsar has calmed down now. He straightens his head piece more to the left, and with his usual grotesque humor, he pretends alarm. Oh, no! . . Not an A2 Check!

The Policeman turns to leave, You heard me, an ‘A2 Check.’ So behave yourself. He turns to the hovercraft and shuts the door. The hovercraft lifts up and flies away with sirens blaring.

Pulsar smiles at his wife innocently, Astral, what’s an A2 Check?

How should I know? All I know is that those police can really be mean sometimes. Come on, Pulsar. We’ve got other things more important to think about.

Yeah, like what to name our baby boy, huh?

How do you know it will be a boy, Pulsar?

I got the news strait from the White Tower, my Love.

Oh, stop making jokes, you silly Man.

Pulsar grabs his wife’s arm. "This time, it’s my turn to cook. Come on, let’s go home.

2

THE TOWN HALL is a large grey building with bullet-proof windows and steel bars for security. Inside is the City’s police department. At the present time a contingent of Robot Guards are lined up in front of the imposing entrance waiting for an official visit from an important person. Standing in front of six very stiff Policemen are two Robots covered with medals on their glittering breastplates. They are the