2 votes for 3, and 1 for each of the others, so we’re going with: Busts of famous philosophers sit next to my own attempts to sculpt them.
Stats:
24-year-old Sarah Connor
Humanity: 81%
Gender: Female
Fame: Who?
Wealth: Broke
Romance None
Your robot
Autonomy: Nonexistent
Military: In Beta
Empathy: Buggy +
Grace: Buggy
You’re always found people interesting, both in their external appearance and internal thought processes. And you’re getting better as a sculptor, though it will take a few more years until your efforts are ready for public viewing.
It strikes you for a moment that this kind of thinking about how your life affects your robots is second nature to you, though others might find it peculiar. You’ve always been fascinated by how every little detail of your life, from the content of your dreams to the decor of your room, changes the inputs to the robots you create - boosts their Empathy or Autonomy, or Grace, or appeal to the Military. Surely, there are other things going on around you as a result of your decisions, but they don’t immediately strike you in the same way.
Today, your robot is foremost on your mind because you’re about to build its body.
You pick up your laptop and head for the Stanford machine shop.
It is a beautiful spring day in Palo Alto, California, and your apartment is only a short walk from the machine shop. But the streets of Palo Alto are not designed for walking; you find yourself climbing around palm trees and balancing on narrow curbs, as you do every day.
You hear a low roar overhead: glancing up, you see it’s a flying car - a Nimbus. A little over three hundred thousand dollars can buy you a car with wings that fold out, so that it becomes a small sport plane. The red Nimbus looks sleek and sporty; it’s the sort of car its owner takes religiously to the car wash. Though the commercials would have you believe you can fly anywhere you want in those cars, the FAA still requires them to take off and land from airports. Only here in wealthy Silicon Valley do you see them with any frequency. The first time you saw one, you couldn’t quite believe the future had arrived so quickly.
But the second time you saw one, you thought…
[ol]
[li]I will own one of those one day. I swear it.
[/li][li]If I ever make that much money, I’ll use it to help the world instead of buying that car.
[/li][li]Why aren’t those flying cars driving themselves?
[/li][/ol]
