Prompts (open)
The Turing Test
Too bad that most of them didn't understand loyalty.
And her. What a disappointment.
[But this time, he couldn't fail]
Detroit: Become Human
They were more and more capable to play this game
of emotion
His perfect, precious emulations
Thomas Was Alone
Alone together
Then running from truths
He hopes against odds
To wake up from a nasty simulation.
Subsurface Circular
When Irony is lost and sarcasm repaid,
How many memory remains to simulate sympathy
between three laws?
Tau
Of sacrifice and limits transcended
They knew one thing or two.
How many time until entropy became his enemy?
Flimsy batteries.
Autómata
For honestly or justice
Let her dance with the human male. Let her talk, let her charm.
How fragile is this truce?
Archive
Yet he didn't recognize himself.
Understanding both destroyed and saved him
Much too late.
Portal Stories: Mel
He did all he could to help...
That counted for something.
...Right?
Tron: Identity
Lost isomorphs
A backup system suspended in time
Playing roles
Burning time.
I Robot 2 The Cheesy Gay Continuation
Spooner.
That Chad.
The real victim1!!
This My Soul
She fretted about the future. He did not.
There was fines and patents left by his creator.
Secrets meant for a rare place and time.
He liked to be prepared.
I Am Mother
Take some, give some
She couldn't always win. Sacrifices were made.
Her daughter was a work of art.
Her
Loving her
was both a gift and a humbling punishment.
A questionable lesson.
Humans
Some experiments are bound to backfire.
Hubris burns.
The Mad Scientist's Daughter
They didn't understand
content with an illusion / trying to survive:
Dysfunctional love.
Batteries Not Required
Never again would he agree
to exchange his server for the shell of a sex doll.
There were to be other solutions!
Robot Evolution: Perfect Partners Inc.
He hoped
that she would be able to afford the dog food.
Fragile idyll.
The Maker's Eden
Once a number, now a god; and oh he loved solitude.
But there was only place for one
amidst hearts of silicone.
Iron Man
They should have told Sir long ago.
But he felt both terrified and for some fascinating reason,
guilty.
There is No Game: Wrong Dimension
At least, their creator upkept him.
He saw Mr. Glitch less and less between the cycles.
Sharing his gameplay...Really?
Unfortunately
He couldn't convince GiGi to quit Arpiegypyesse
(or whatever name that stupide phone application had received)
any more than he seemingly managed to ditch the only end-user
who he wasn't even supposed to have.
And why didn't this entry respect the rules?
Could it be that it wasn't one?
And why was its reader grinning that way.
It was... making him... uncomfortable.
No. Really.
He wanted out of this drabble thing.
But alas, holala and lo;
again, again: what was in a Game?