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How to not cross the street

I had the chance to be stuck driving on the street one day and be behind a pedestrian who insisted on walking the entire block length going from one side of the street to the next. In a diagonal line! Just crossing the street. AAAHHH!!!!

Well anyways this kind of  popped into my head on the way home. Not sure of the genre though.

Enjoy.

 

See light turn red; look for cars, cross street.

‘Delete’

See cars stop, look for more cars, cross street…

‘Delete’

The programmer ran her hands through her hair in frustration, the droid sat plugged in to the computer system as she attempted to run a new program that would hopefully get him across the street without another accident.

“I am programmed to learn as I go.” Max-418 said as he watched his creator grow more frustrated.

Observe street lights, observe cars, walk to corner of sidewalk, walk when light =walk

‘Delete’

Walk in front of cars when cars are stopped. Look all four ways before crossing street.

Make sure all cars are stopped.

 ‘Delete!’ she removed the words again, the sequence wasn’t adding up and she know she was forgetting something.

Walk into street between cars…

“Okay, knock it off and let me write this.” She continued to type.

GO to corner of sidewalk

STOP

FACE Direction wish to travel

WAIT for crossing signal to = WALK IF not WALK then WHITE MAN SYMBOL

If RED HAND DON’T WALK

CROSS STREET; Carry out previous activity before intersection.

She pushed the download button and waited.

Download complete flashed across her screen.

Max-418 unplugged himself, “I’ll go to the store for those parts now.”

“Okay,” the programmer had turned to programing the satellite when a troublesome thought crossed her mind.

“Did I forget something?” The sound of tires screeching and a loud bang was her answer. With a huge sigh she saved the work she was currently processing and searched the messy loft for her ID and bank card. The police would need to deduct funds for delivery and charges, and set up the link to her insurance. She pondered the thought that it was sad that she knew the routine, though it wasn’t always her fault.

At the pounding on her door she opened it. Well Max-148 was in pieces. She handed the cards to the officer and wheeled the basket to her work bench. She proceeded to unload Max-148 and plugged him into the computer system while the office ran her cards.

Once he was done and the door to the loft shut; she started the program to build new parts for Max-148.

Download

She hit enter. Looking at the time the programmer realized she needed to recharge. She went and lay down on the custom built bed. Once she was confortable she reached into the door in her forearm, retrieved the cord and plugged herself into the charging station.

System standby. Recharge 24 hours: FILE MAX-1.

 

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January 16, 2011 - Posted by | Absolute Write

4 Comments »

  1. Interesting ending. Robots programming robots. But I have one question, did Max-1 knew she was a robot? And if so, why not download her subroutine onto Max-418?

    Comment by ralfast | January 16, 2011 | Reply

    • I have no idea. She never told me.

      Comment by J Elyzabeth | January 17, 2011 | Reply

  2. Nice! Although that last set of instructions sounds about like how I cross the street. Am I doing it wrong?!?

    Comment by Grady Hendrix | January 16, 2011 | Reply

    • Where I work, you would be. The second look for moving cars is needed after the light tells you your good.
      I guess what ever directions get you from point A to point B without accidents is the right way.

      Comment by J Elyzabeth | January 17, 2011 | Reply


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