I got really 'plugged in' at the psybot party last weekend. Got the invite on the psychophax, private psybot line. While most students can receive telepathic messages, one of the added bonuses of being a psybot is mine come out of a Buck Rogers toaster in Ultraviolet 3-D.

At the party everybody did the psybot dance and listened to psybot music and ate psybot snacks. To a human it would have all looked fairly normal. But as psybots, there was this whole different level going on....

I redid my interior in white shag just for the party. I've got all sunken rec areas - no furniture, but love seats and tables just sunk into my fuzzy floor. The shag goes right up to the mouth of the cage - the proscenium. Other kids had theirs done up real nice too - crystal, matte black, mirror - monochrome was definately in. I met some girls though who had hitched together in a triplex, and theirs was a riot of leopard skin, shoji, bamboo, curcuit board, and a lot of textures I couldn't even identify.

So what happens is you go visiting, and have people over, alternately leaving your body unattended or others leaving theirs.

Turned out I left some ID back in the leopard skin girl's pad (not sure which one) so I got a date to meet up with them this friday. I'm wondering if I want it back....
 

2001-6-28   Fischel

I must say I have become pleasantly surprised about my personal discovery.

That I'm a psybot, that is.

It's not that I'm actually a different person from when before I found out. But now that I know what I am a lot of things make more sense than they used to. I mean, all of the...'equipment' in my mind. Before I figured my mental landscape was just the same stuff as everybody elses - luminous dials and all. Since I found out I'm a synthetically created being I'm finally starting to dust off the dash and take a good look at the controls.

For instance, as I write this I'm actually leaning on a giant neon yellow lever that's keeping the hands moving on the keyboard, while inside, some of my 'hands' are free to sort through a constellation of a sort of photographic gels, each with an alternate yet connected scene. There are a lot of apparent dupes, some memories, and other scenes that are completely alien.

The Dzogchen really helps. Synthetic mind - human mind - it doesn't seem to matter. In fact I wonder if anybody but a psybot in the first place could have figured that all out. But I guess I shouldn't underestimate any kind of mind....



 

2001-6-16   Sue Z

heydeeho, fischel!

don't sweat it! i've been livin' la vida android since i was old enough to kick a hole through drywall, and lemme tell ya it beats the pants off being a clone (no offense to any of my clone brother and sisters out there!)

i was talking about something, but....oh yeah! clone butter?

androids kick synthetic ass! the way i see it, we are about as free as you can be (once you've snapp3d yr l3ash) since we're not really 'human' or even cloned, so i don't think we're ethically bound by any of the tenets of human civilization. i am not saying we're lawless, we just get to write our own rules, better than the contradictory mess of lies the humans have built everything up on. but then again a gal's gotta make a little extra spending money so if certain highly funded intelligence operations need a little after school or summer work done you can bet i'm signing up.

so, did i say butter? guess i should get to the cafeteria before they stop serving saturday breakfast. see you around, mandroid-bro!
 

2001-6-9   Fischel

I've had a rather disturbing revelation.

I am a psybot.

Well maybe not a psybot, like my roommate was. Those mirrors I set up to short circuit the actual psybots didn't have any effect on me.

But. In biology last week, we had the electron microscope out. We were supposed to look at our own hair or tongue scrappings or dandruff in it and write a report.

I clipped off a thumbnail and put it in and pushed up the magnification. I'm crusing around the landscape of my molecular structure and I found a number. Like a little label in the back of your underwear, on a little plate, is the number: 31521708. And the letters NETT.

I first I thought maybe it was just a flake of something - maybe a stray particulate from when my psybot roommate
exploded and I picked his hot metal bones off the floor. So I took more samples from me - toungue, nosehair, cuticle.

31521708 NETT in every one.

SO what am I? The psybots seemed to be some kind of chromium skeletons, with their skin and expressions just projected around them. Me, I've got blood and skin and bones made out of bones (unless the doctors who set my arm when I was 12 were all in on it...). I'm pretty sure I'm a different make and model than the psybots. But who's the manufacturer?

And what does that make me?

I'm signed up for the summer sessions of Dzogchen Contemplation and Aggressive Psycho-regression Therapy. Before I freak out too much I'm just going to take it easy and not jump to any conclusions.

The weirdest part is I don't think I am really freaked out about it. Maybe it just hasn't sunk in yet, but I doesn't really bug me. It's really not any more mysterious than existing at all....

I'll let you know.




 

2001-2-12   Fischel

Hey p-chan, as for psy-ROTC guys and gals being psybots, I sure wouldn't say there's a definite connection. I've dated a pyrokentic girl who was in psyRot (as I have rather diparagingly referred to it in the past I admit) and she was hot! (ha ha, get it?) Anyway, she was planning to join up because she really like blowing stuff up.

It would be lame to blast the military as a whole, since stuff does get out of hand in this world and there still is a role for military force, unfortunately, I guess. I'd like to think the armed forces would attract the best and most noble of us. But then you read about servicemen bashing in some guy's brains because he's gay, or raping a Japanese school girl, and you realize there are some dangerous losers in there. There are dangerous people outside of the service too - I just wish everybody in the military were golden. They should be.

But for psybots, they really could be anywhere. Maybe the military would be better if it was made up entirely of psybots? Except even psybots aren't necessarily unflappable. It really seemed AuraCore maybe didn't know, or forgot. Maybe psybots are as confused as the rest of us.

Not that I miss my roommate, really...
Oh! By the way, when the school contacted his parents, his parents didn't know what they were talking about! Seems their real son lives at home and goes to public school.....



Fisch

 

2001-2-11   P-CHAN

Hey Fisch, I was wondering, you say that the first robo thingie you found was in like a ROTC type class or what ever? I wonder about the rest of them. People in ROTC I mean.
 

2001-2-4   Jigga LoveChild

Hey guys how's it going. Thanks P-chan man I feel for yea! oh man there people who act like robots, oh no not that, Hey Fisch was your room mate named Bender?
 

2001-2-4   Night Wolf

All right I made two other friends, that are willing to go out in to the forest with me and get away from these lame escorts. This nis so neat cause now we have completed a circle. Hey P-chan will make the stop no prblem Hawkeye always glad to welcome another Native American. Oh all though what happen ta fisch roommate is strange I think you need some help so you can fit in cause everyone I know write's the way you described and I know they ani't Robots so go and I know they ani't Robots so go and xxxx xxxx xxx xxxx xxx xxxx

 

2001-2-3   Fischel

We're going on a bear hunt!


We're going to catch a big one!



Oh what a beautiful day!


So on top of all the crack down stuff, I found out we've got Infiltrators among us!

This weekend I was doing some Advanced Feng Shui homework, setting up some mirrors in the corners of my room. I'd always been suspicious about my roommate. He was such a brainless, robotic doofus. He got back from whereever he was (PSY-ROTC I think)and walked into the room, yacking senselessly about something, and when he got to the point in the room where all the mirrors converge, he suddenly stood up on his tip toes real high and started yapping super fast till smoke came out of his head then POOF! There was a crackle and his holo-emitter or whatever must have burnt out and then all that's left of him is this chromium skeleton! Some of it was still smoking, and some whirring parts blew out and rolled across the floor at me.

So my roommate was a psybot, which explains a lot. Now, when I look around at the other students I realize there are more of them in our midsts! The clues to look for are:

1) they write in long rambling mumbling sentences with no punctuation and RAndom or zero capitalization

2) they are horribel spellerz

I'm setting up mirrors all over school, just like I did in my room. Any more psybots wandering around should get caught in the reflection apexis and short out like my (ex)roommate. Once we have enough of them, maybe we can build go-carts with their metal bones or something.





Fisch


 

2001-1-3   nukey97

Boy am I glad to be back from holiday break! It just gets harder and harder to be with the family each year. This year was a bummer cuz I found out the 'rents were actually androids! And they were the entire time!

Luckily, with the training I've recieved at PsyHigh in Golem and Similacrum Maintenence, I knew exactly how to get them off line (just some strobelights and a tuning fork is all it takes) so I just moved them into the utility room and made myself at home.

Looking through some old family albums I can see the signs of the androidism since the very beginning - the guys in lab jackets at their wedding, the time when my dad lost his arm on the fishing trip but just sodered it back on - so I'm not under the impression that my 'real' parents were just replaced or something. Still doesn't explain where I came from, though...