(41) Everybody Do the Bot-Hop

I hate robots. Whats the point of having a robot? To get you some food when you don't feel like going to the fridge yourself? To battle enemies across the country in times of war? To perform surgery and possibly malfunction, causing death due to your highly paid doctor's laziness?
Machines, which take the name of robots, are pretty cool and make perfect sense, but human-form robots doing everyday human tasks just doesn't make sense to me.

We as human beings have seemingly become socialized to cherish laziness in the name of "advanced technology". We create these robots in our image do things that we ought to be able to do ourselves, no robots necessary. Sure, a lot of it is pure science. But the rest, like the things you want it to do, the shape you want it to have, the abilities it will obtain, the things it will say, it all comes from sheer imagination. And these robots are basically built from the source of the creator's fantasy.

For starters, I'd hate to go to the airport and be greeted with the smiling face of a robot woman. She has no emotion. She can't see me. Her voice is monotone and rippled with odd frequencies and harsh static. To this robot, I'm just another mass that passed by her motion detectors, triggering her command to speak to me. For example, if someone was stumbling past her gasping for air having a heart attack, she doesn't really count as airport staff. There will be a swarm of good-Samaritans calling 911 while she stands there welcoming him/her to the airport and suggesting he check out the souvenir shop and to join the Mile-High Club , even though he might die. Now if you were a real person, you'd be on your walkie-talkie so fast that this person wouldn't even know what happened to them when they wake up in the hospital the next day.
You're useless and you're a safety threat, Ms. or Mr. Robot. If I owned a business or an airport or a McDonalds, I'd have a very strict anti-robot policy. Robots threaten our employment. I don't know what I'd do if waitressing, or coffee-making went out and robots came in.

What about human strength? Have we forgotten that we were built to hunt and earn the things we receive? Specifically food, I have far more respect for someone who can hunt their own game with nothing more than... maybe a sword, and a shield for backup. It would be a thousand times cooler if they used magic powers. But a gun? You have no talent. You didn't even give your target a fair chance. You instantly killed it.
Congratulations on your amazing ability to pick out the best guns in the shop, and to use those mad skills to point and shoot your target.
Summon your energy from deep within your soul, and then shoot with the magic you've worked so hard to perfect. That's awesome.

I'd love to walk along in the forest one day and bump into a unicorn. Or how great would it be to swim in a lake and meet a mermaid, assuming she doesn't drown you in attempts to bring you back to her kingdom. Or walk along in the same forest and be taunted by fairies, and pinched to the brink of death. When you think its all over the elves come and heal your wounds and tell you you're the chosen one. So you draw the sword from the gem that suddenly appeared in the palm of your hand, summon your dragon, and you fly off into the sunset to await your destiny and meet a remarkable medieval prince or princess.
You can't do that this robots. Space princesses look like freaks and the men do too because they wear funny clothes and flaunt laser guns. No talent!!

Robots. Stupid.
Magic. Awesome.
The. End.