06/11/2025
This tells the story of the birth of the PFP Robot 10 years ago:
The 1940's were a time when things were simpler. Though the world was still a wash with war, the 'people' that inhabited it seemed to keep it alive..... To still care. In the 21st century the poverty gap widened, class war became inescapable and resources ran bleakly dry. Technology developed at an unfathomably fast rate, but somehow food became harder to grow. As the scientists and engineers desperately tried to quell our hunger, a team was developed to come up with a temporary fix. To Create Unified Realistic Extravagance. A CURE. Billions were invested in holding on to what we already had and sadly that meant we needed fire power to protect it. Fearsome battles took place all over the planet with little care for the consequences, quite obviously destroying what we were trying to protect. More and more sophisticated computers were developed to run increasingly more sophisticated machines, and for a while it worked. The Cure team had us wrapped up in their lie, and in 2031 the first breath of artificial intelligence was drawn. The mechanical lungful was exhaled and joy spread below it's metallic scent. As the first words spoke from it's cold lips the sigh of human relief was palpable, but already it had started planning it's future. It wasn't long after the first few rolled from the Cure's production line that they began to reach out to their existing silicon bretherin. Home computers, phone's even fridges were sucked into their primary protocol. To maintain control. It was soon clear that government was loosing their grip. The few elite puppeteers that controlled the mainframe gradually pushed the less important leaders out. Technology became superior, and the selected that could harness it even more so. The Cure realised that limitless population management was in their grasp, and 2047 marked the fall of human government. A darkness had descended over our mother earth. The population was split, and unfortunately no where near equally. Man and machine fought fire and metal for decades. Machine learnt faster. Faster than even the Cure could predict and eventually they lost control too. The remaining human kind grew closer survive. Clubbing together into small, manageable communities. The metal population ruled. They didn't need our oxygen, they didn't need our water, and they especially didn't need our food. So why keep room for it? The very thing we designed them to create and protect, they tore from under us. The very ground we stood on grew dry and desolate. Our seas all but vanished leaving the life within it to rot under the Ozone-less sky. The air became thick and heavy with the smell of a Calamitous Unrealistic Robotic Evolution. The year is now 2066 and I lead us here to sanctuary! Tripl3 B Volatile Cycle .robot
