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It must be a hard life being a food synth sometimes.
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Still speaking to Val, Audri said as she adjusted the bandolier of bells to her torso, “anyhow, bells are kinda my escape.” The food synth commented, “you playing them anywhere but here will be my escape.” Ignoring the comment, Audri smiled and said to the food synth, “thank you, again, food synth.” But the food synth was so over this interaction and said, “play them in good health, far away.” Val suddenly got an idea and said, “go-carts were my thing growing up.” The food synth replied, “I can tell where this is going.” Val asked, “can you make me one of-” but the food synth interrupter her and said, “oh, it appears you’re wanted by the authorities. They’ve been notified, please wait for them to arrive.” Audri asked, “really?” The food synth then confessed, “no. But I’m not in the mood to make a go-cart.” A bit disgruntled, Val said, “fine. We can take a hint.” The food synth said “it doesn’t appear you can. But if you go away, we can all pretend you can.”
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No wonder the synths love Ruddock, a being that can present them with a real challenge.
Part of the culture shock upon reaching space has to be that space has a litany of robot servants who, for some reason, were programmed with desires and opinions and a willingness to be an ass for personal reasons.
It’s really fascinating, especially since a lot of those robots were created by clamped Eebs, a people functionally incapable of resisting orders.
Those suppressed urges have to come out somewhere!
And I didn’t consider that explanation for the sassy robots. Good catch.
The next major scandal will be that there’s no such thing as AI, and every one of those intelligent robots’ brains were created by inserting the brain of a sapient creature into the circuitry…
But if you make a go-cart, they’ll go.
There’s probably a size limit on what will fit out the nozzle… They need to find a bigger one.
Or have it provide parts, and they assemble it themselves.
Don’t worry. There’s a large hatch on one side of the room in case someone orders a roasted T-Rex.
It’s been producing things wider than the nozzle. I’ve been thinking it’s materializing them.
What if capitalism were limited by people’s opinions of what was produced? Would we even know the difference? Or would people simply make more non-capitalist items (however they defined them) to counter the ones they didn’t like?
What if they simply refused to produce anything at all, even food? Would we even notice the difference then? I don’t have an answer, but I bet Zach Weinersmith does.