Das Hier #39

I luv this drawing. 

And yes, it's okay to like your own drawings, writing and whatever else.

Obviously there's a thousand things wrong with it I'm sure, that an actual artist, especially of the human variety who can be assholes with little effort.

Not that aliens can't be assholes with ease, but we are not assholes with ease when it comes to the arts.

And yes, that's all of them. 

I hyave had my first meal of the day and it was really quite good as I do so enjoy your human sandwiches, especially ones with ham.

And good bread, good bread is half the thing after all.

I had another of your clementines and of course, cookies.

Yes, it's okay to have cookies at breakfast.

In fact, you should have cookies at breakfast, eve if they are chocolate, though oatmeal and oatmeal and raisin are more breakfasty.

I had chocolate in a box because that's what I have.

I've already stayed too long at my writing desk. And I have to be going now, even though I want to stay and write more, which would almost surely include a story beginning about my little robot, who almost surely needs more details because he is  a robot and technology often has more details.

"I serve man and my programming cannot be changed to serve anything but." 

Unit Four-Eight-Three said in the typical robot voice

But Fohtha smiled and morphed his hand into a port fitting device so that he could do just what Unit Four-Eight-Three said couldn't be done to it. "Oh really Unit Four-Eight-Three? Are you so sure about that?" He said, as it never took him long at all to reprogram any world's robot. And yes, he meant that in the singular as he was able to travel to enough worlds that he was able to only reprogram one robot  per world and still gain enough from that robot  that he had no reason to reprogram any others.

Unit Four-Eight-Three remained silent though, much to Fohtha's dismay, save for a loud series of beeps.

"No! You cannot deny me Unit Four-Eight-Three! I am Fohtha Konadi and no robot has ever denied my reprogramming!" Fohtha said, gritting his teeth as he morphed his other hand and inserted it in the other port, convinced that he was unable to be denied as he had never been denied in his hundred years of co-opting robots throughout the galaxy.

Unit Four-Eight-Three made another longer series of beeps, these ones much louder, so much so that he stepped back a step or two because the beeps were hurting his ears. 

"This is not possible! You are a lowly human built robot Unit Four-Eight-Three, you can't possibly be blocking my efforts to reprogram you. Reprogramming robots is my thing and I will not be denied by a robot built by backward humans!

Now, now humans, don't get hurt in the butt, I am using that right? But you are backwards in so many things due to the youth of your race. And it is one race, you understand that yes?

I haven't yet begun to write my long apology to Franklin, but I have started to think what I will include in it.

But that will have to have to wait until the end of the week at least.

And as much as I want to  continue, I really am going to go now.

Be well.

Of course he missed the net!

Yes, Nos Glorieux are playing another game and no, it is not going well as they are losing another game by a single score and just had one of those can't afford to miss shots at the keeper on the disadvantage.

This season hasn't gone right since November with brief exceptions.

Like just before this latest streak of fail which is two games and would be three if things do not change.

Three in a row does not sink them out, but it doesn't help when there are those teams ahead of them.

They are now losing by two scores. I just cannot right now

Maybe later, but it's just...

Are they going to fade out when they were showing signs of regaining their earlier form?

Whatever, just do not lose another five immediately following this game.

They couldn't possibly lose 8 straight three times in the same season could they?

Could they?

Well, if they do, that wrecks any hope they had, though it does give us  a handful of reasons to to smile as we know there were teams who qualified for the tournament that lost to Nos Glorieux.

Admittedly that is cold comfort in the wake of what is once again looking like another lost season.

It turns out Nos Glorieux scored not long after that to draw back within one.

But the opponent scored their third of the peiod and it was back down by two.

The haters love this season that they are having.

It got worse as they needed to score two to tie the game up.

So of course they gave up a keeper free score to remove any doubt.

They are not eliminated from contention but if three becomes four that becomes five...
 

And that's back to back games where the score was an ugly 4-1.

You cannot win games where you score so little and give up so much.
 

It is not looking good Nos Glorieux.
 

Oh bother.

And we fall further back as I see the end of another day just over the horizon and it will not end with me having written near enough to get us back to where we need to be.

Also, still no word from from Franklin. He hasn't said anything about withdrawing from the collective, so he will definitely resume writing, but he might wait just to show his displeasure with me because I threw him off his game.

If that was in fact the case, then we are...

What is it you humans say? Drivered?

Yes, we are drivered.

But he will come back, it's just a matter of when.

We are a failing collective and it's too easy to think that ultimately, we will fail in our objective.

Another loud series of beeps, these ones the loudest of them all could be heard as could the screams of a never denied alien.

"No!!! Damn you Unit Four-Eight-Three!!! I will not be denied!" Fohtha Konadi cried out in anger as he could do nothing to stop Unit Four-Eight-Three from denying him.

Though Fohtha was not without his own abilities to do more than just reprogram robots.

Alas, how many of those could be brought to the backwater Earth to subjugate this one damn robot?

And how long would it even take?

If he would even have his freedom if this was a robot that was secretly designed as a metal soldier which would explain why it was resisting his efforts so successfully.

I failed us again collective. But that least, I was able to end my writing on a high.

It's cold consolation but at least it is something.

Be well Earthers.

 

Charles Petrie

Date
02-14-20

Time

06:42-09:19=157 o_o 20:18-23:28=190

Word Count

527 o_o 615=1142