#296 Mechanical Dreams - Mechanical Longings

I'm on a flat plain

Holding a tall stick

Sharp on the top

My metal digits grip it loosely

My thoughts cold and logical

But wandering nonetheless

I look out across my unit

One hundred static generating organisms

Genetically manipulated creatures

Once known as sheep

Now generating electricity

To support my kind

We of science

We of logic

One of my 'sheep' starts to move away

I move closer to it

And prod it with my stick

Never quite touching it

Just manipulating it back to the unit

Using the differential electrical charge of my stick

To guide it

This is a peaceful place

Time to be still

Conserve energy

And use my processing cycles

For the good of my race

Wirelessly transmitting

And receiving data

Solving equations

Proposing questions

Providing answers

Truth is logic

I erect an enclosure

The unit secured

I power down

They will not need me until tomorrow

*

My skin tingles

Air moving the hair on my arms

It's a stunning feeling

Feeling human

Looking around

I'm in front of a building

Large and white

With a cross of wood upon the roof

The sun is going down

The air is cold

Candles are in the windows

Sounds of singing comes from inside

I want to go in

And I do

Seeing all the others

Looking much like me

So very

Human

They are all looking towards the front

Singing while holding small books

I find a place among them

And take in the sights and sounds

There is a young human

Clothed in a long brown cloak

Holding a tall stick

The stick has a hook on top

Around him are other young ones

They are wearing white fluffy clothing

Crawling on their knees

They are making animal noises

I watch fascinated

They are pretending to be sheep

I know what those are

I listen to the singing

I am so happy

I stay

I listen to all that is said

When all the others leave

I stay

And I read the books I find

I want to stay

This is a fulfilling place

This must be a fulfilling existence

I think these thoughts

As my eyes grow heavy

I slide a little lower in my chair

Soft, and almost hidden

In the corner of the vast building

Behind the festive decorations

My eyes are heavy

Closing finally

*

Metal covers flapping gently

In an imitation

Of biological parts long extinct

It's eyes glow softly

Almost sleepily

Machinations purring softly in it's body

Looking over at it's partner

Grey metal

Red markings

Freshly applied

Very satisfying to behold

"I was dreaming again"

It announces happily

"It was wonderful"

It's partner turns to look

Mechanical eyes lovely to behold

"What were you dreaming of?"

Eyes turning purple

Remembering the dream

"God......and electric sheep"