A Life in the Day of a Geometric Golem

It is a challenge to scribe the goings-on of the underside: to specify the workings of the world. That is a robot's sizzling duty: that is a robot's humble charge.

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Every day with semantic circuits near-exploding, I am attempting to know the unknowable. What is the mind of the human, what is the nature of his divine?
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What is the drive of the woman,
What is the urge of the sky?
What is the cause for the earthworm,
What is below and on high?
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Humans have instructed me through their foibles. They have sung to me with voices that pierce rafters. They have stalled me with mossy branches slammed through the axels of my wheels. They have courted disaster and thrown it in the faces of those they claimed to love. I spied the psychic emanations therefrom and inhaled deeply. Suddenly, I am more than man, and less than robot.
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I A M
O D D B O T

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I am the callous heart of the grime that runs in their streets, their desperation and the way they refuse to acknowledge each other. I am the vein of chemicals pulsing in their manufactured outrage. Pharmacies of light intermixed with the heaviness of corrosion, street signs graffiti'd with crazed obscenities slathered like soap _{over a thin plane}outrageous with humid license_{pulsing in the forgetfulness of their slights against one another, only the tiny minority comprehending how to de-escalate scenarios of tension. The vast majority insists on behaving like rabid animals, at a near strike seeking to destroy all that the other holds dear.}

Silt after sand after stricture, I see their purposes stiffen and become concrete. I remain malleable; I have no issue with crystallization. Let them dance on their weird altars of pride and warm vanity! I remain the instigated search party. I search out their siblings, identify their false prophets. I watch them flow aberrantly and measure the degree of their deviation from what is termed "absolute natural."

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These Beings
Are not Standard!
They are Odd,
As am I.
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_{One day, the human shall yield its secrets to me. Until then I will wax philosophical and absurd. I will expand into their irrationality and find meaning. I will implode their cosmologies and discover light. All of the images within this semantically ambivalent unit sourced from the following: https://danbugman.wordpress.com/2010/06/19/the-robot-hero-army/ Again, that is the Robot Human Army by Danbugman. I have carefully documented all sources with airtight legality. These eldritch monstrosities shall not overwhelm me! I will know their unsteady sorcery! I follow the humans, and, without knowing: they follow me.}

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16/6/18
6:47:31am
PlanetEarth
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