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Spielberg Delaying 'Roboapocalypse' Production
Spielberg Delaying 'Roboapocalypse' Production
Roboapocalypse Steven Spielberg is busy at the moment still riding the Lincoln release with all that entails, but his next production is getting a change in status. Set for production this spring for Fox and Disney via DreamWorks, Roboapocalypse is being pushed back indefinitely and in a...
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// ROBOT ZINE INTRO // submit 2 [email protected] //
JADED against humankind, we turn to machines for guidance. Complete messes: the planet, our bodies, our friends and families. Let the ROBOTS guide us. Tell us who we know, how best to express our gratitude for their friendship. Let them into my blood and make me in and out of steel. Fight my wars. Fly low over a village and blast ten women ten children ten innocent men and one enemy general to shit. Float a flotilla churning sea salt into the air above warming oceans, cool my atmosphere and save MY Polar bears. I need the bears to look at, to have well educated British octogenarians speak softly over high definition three-dimensional footage of them playing with their pups. Let the ROBOTS into our schools, teach our children to be smarter than the insecure messes who taught us. Let them scan me when I am sick, prescribe and administer me the dosage, correct to the atom. I want them driving me everywhere, interacting with each other and no human hand touching a wheel, drunk drivers become the drunk driven. Anticipate human behaviour in computerised city planning, computerised city policing. Know crimes before they occur and stop me being burgled, mugged, stamped and spat and stabbed on by other balls of sweat and feeling. Deny and go numb. Layer a soft film of metal and carbon-fiber over every difficult part of my life so that the joyous bits shine and go luminous. Write me my favourite songs. Recommend me my favourite books. Feed me. Blast water into me and make me clean. JADED and jagged we are from too much rubbing of shoulders far too human. Iron out those kinks and make life good and well and simple and honest AGAIN.
ROBOTS align and enter my life.
COME.
BE.
EMIT.
[Cherra and I are survivors. We always have been.] But now it is time for us to live.
Daniel H. Wilson, Roboapocalypse (thanks, kristina-kun)