Once upon a time, in the land of machinetopia, there lived a robot who had an organic eye. He worked in a quality control factory along with hundreds of thousands of others like him. Everyday, he inspects hundreds of pieces of machine parts in exchange for a few platinum wafers so that he can in turn buy grease to keep himself from rusting. His organic eye made him see things very differently from the rest of the robotizens. His organic eye made him feel special. But that also made him feel he doesn't belong to this robot land.
One day, he started to wonder where he got his organic eye. He thought that place, wherever it would be, will surely be completely organic. And that place will be where he truly belongs.
So he used all of his spare time to look for evidences of the organic land. He swept the sky with his gigascope looking for any strange objects and signs of organic land. And he started saving up grease if ever the time for his journey comes. But as years pass without any sign, he started to lose hope.
One day, as he was looking at his gigascope, he saw a green speck of light in the northern hemisphere. He zoomed the scope with the highest magnification, but all he saw was a lighthouse. But when he looked at the scope using his organic eye, he saw something different. He saw not a lighthouse but some tall brown trunk with small, green, paper-like objects on the top. And whet seemed to be the green light was actually small, flying and glowing objects. He found The Organic Land!
His hope rekindled, he started packing up the grease that he saved and began his journey using the green light as his guide. He journeyed over mountains of metal scraps, under tunnels of steel tubes, beyond a graveyard of rusted robots and saw many things he has never seen before. Everyday, the green light becomes bigger and bigger as he comes closer to organic land. But then, his grease supply was also getting low.
And then finally, he was just a few miles away from the green light and from organic land. So he took out his gigascope and took a last look from afar using his organic eye.
But what he saw shocked him. There were all sorts of oozing matter, moist marshes, fluids with varying colors from greenish to reddish, and sticky and elastic juices. He began to think he will become rusted upon contact with these things. And he was frightened.
He was terrified so much that he just ran as fast as he could to where he came from. He ran for hours and hours until his joints began to creak and crackle. When h e sat down to get some grease, he found that he had used up all that he saved.
He was lost in nowhere land, with only a vast desert ahead and a place of total decay behind. With all the strength he has, he summoned all courage and decided to proceed to organic land.
He walked toiling, with creaking joints and rusting sole. He walked slowly and in pain, while the rust slowly takes over of his body. Inevitably, rust took over all of his metallic structure. And his body fell forward face down to the ground, disintegrating into many rusted pieces; his arms, his legs, his body and his head. He never reached organic land.
Indeed, the organic gods (if there exists) might have felt pity for the wretched robot. In a twist of fate, a mild gust of wind blew on his head strong enough to make it tumble and roll forward. And it rolled in a specific position that his organic eye has a complete unobstructed view of the organic land; it’s oozing wetlands, its green lights.
And there, as it was stuck on his rusted head, his organic eye looked on intently; a few times blinking and sometimes shedding a rustic tear. And it dreams on wistfully ever after.
tales of a decaying mind
