ROBOTS AND RELATIONSHIPS - An Article

I sit on a neatly vacuum cleaned couch in my living room and use a remote controller to switch on the television which in turn is connected to a concave shaped bowl that receives signals from a satellite. My living room is therefore technically sufficient and efficient. We do not notice is the role of technology in our lives though it’s omnipresent. That is because it has become an integral part of our life. We often hear people talking about phones and how their life would be without one.

If we think beyond we notice that the commotion and confusion of normal life is thoroughly reduced by technology. In the near future the “internet of things” or “IOT” will take care of our intent and enhance our communication with the things around us. Let’s add another dimension to this. The technology will help us do our work better but can it be our partner? Can your phone be your brother, or sister, or father or even your lover?

The growth of artificial intelligence will allow various devices to think for themselves. These devices will just be like any other person. They learn and grow intellectually and become better eventually. As time passes they will be able to feel our emotions and have some of their own. The problem starts when these devices start to feel. They are like thoughts without a head and feelings without a heart.  Further into the future, people may fill their hearts with these devices just like they fill their rooms. After all a device is a device. The innateness of a man is different from that of a device although artificially intelligent.

With the invention of “feeling things” there will be a new world altogether. A digital world will be born and “the digital civilizations” will start. Man’s past is a puzzle. The questions of the before and after can also be answered by the religious sciences. Science cannot answer everything but it is the basis for “feeling things”. Maybe life as we know didn’t start by some chemical reactions. Maybe man was dropped onto the earth by someone for some reason.As a man is to the devices, who is it to the man? We might have been the brain child of a far greater civilization who yet controls us with their extraordinary “force of things”. The floods might be their flush and the landslides their push.

-TEJA SRINIVAS

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EPISODE 2

One evening I was playing cricket with my friends on the road. The ball went into the big boy’s territory and I was to get it back. “Can you give me the ball?” I asked one of them. They were four of them and they started to stare at me. Suddenly their sight shifted and it was a girl. One of them lifted a banana leaf of the road and said “go and give this to that girl and say “I love you”. “I love you” they said in chorus handing it over to me. I went to her and told “they wanted me to give this to you” trying to hand it over but she wouldn't accept. She just looks at me and moves on. “The big boys wouldn't give me my ball” I said. She just took the leaf and looked at me and threw it away. She stayed in the narrow street opposite the ice-cream shop where my mother bought me ice-cream. She didn't talk to no one but I could say she’s from the girl’s school; from her uniform, the one that my, mother worked for. I said “hi” when I met her at the grocery store the next day. She nodded and then looked at the man there and started to make signs. He didn't understand at the starting but seemed to get it after a guessing game. She never talked to anyone because she couldn't talk, not that she was a loner. Her name was Aria, I heard her mom call her. Further details about her were unknown.

Two years have passed and dad spent most of his time in the lab. He’s trying to sell the patents of his inventions. It was the time when my mother was expecting and my father had to take care of her. I was happy I was going to get a baby brother to play with but my happiness was short lived. There was no brother or mother. They have both died since it was a miscarriage that the doctors weren't able to explain. I cried till i could do it no more. My father seemed a little disappointed but he moved on because of his work in the lab. Nothing has changed; he didn't spend time with me even after what had happened. On the other hand I had to give my uncle his medicine. The doctor says he would be alright but it seemed lot more difficult by the day.

The Money That Smells Different

The Money That Smells Different

THIS IS ABOUT HOW GUY'S LIFE CHANGES WHEN HIS PARENTS DIE AND HE HAS TO TAKE CARE OF HIS MENTALLY ILL UNCLE.HE GETS A WHACKY IDEA THAT WILL  HIM MAKE MONEY GETS HIM INTO TROUBLE.IF YOU ARE INTERESTED IN A CRIME THRILLER, YOU MUST TAKE THIS ONE. THIS IS AN ONLINE SERIAL(NOT THE LONG KIND) THAT I WILL BE UPLOADING EVERY WEEK. HOLD YOUR BREATHE FOR THERE IS MORE TO COME.

EPISODE 1

We landed at the station, not the airport, didn't have enough MONEY. The trains were designed inretro fashion. Wonder why everything looks old and worn out. My family was young, the oldest being my uncle. He’s my dad’s elder brother, the rest are my dad, mom and I. The train should come and we leave for Goa. My dad had bought a house there; don’t know how he had managed that. We fell very short of MONEY till my mom found herself a job. She was a teacher and on the serious side, my dad had problems in the research center and couldn't keep up his job. He was a scientist, the serious and working kind. He spends a lot in the lab for some research. Neither my mom nor I ever understood what it was about but we hoped for better days. I felt unwelcome though Goa was beautiful and mom seemed excited but uncle just stared on. My uncle was mentally ill and had been like this since his wife and kids were killed within his reach in front of his eyes. I was said that they had met with an accident. Poor uncle, wonder what he would have been like had he been alright? Would he be like my father? Bet, he would be way better. I didn't hate my dad; it’s just that I don’t like him. He’s always in his lab just a little left beside our house. I met him only at our eat-together's. Mom said he had to work all day for our comfort but I knew mom earned more. My dad spoke fine whenever he’s at the eat-together's but I never understood the reason for him spending more time in the lab. I was always with my mom. She prepares breakfast, sends me to school, goes to one herself and takes me for a walk in the evening. We talked about school and life and everything else. She then comes back and prepares dinner for us and gives uncle his medicine. She made me do my homework and always told me that I should make a lot of friends. I had a few at school but I was not really the mixing type, after all my dad was like that.