Stories of AI and Robots -2026

The Robot Surgeon

* The sky was powdery blue that morning and Jules was overjoyed. His knee had been hurting for so long and today the robot surgeon was arriving to operate on it right here at home. As the surgeon's white truck pulled up, Jules was thrilled to know that these robots had the finest hands with the utmost accuracy. The robot surgeon and his two assistants rolled to the door, glittering with sunlight like knights in shining armor.

Jules anxiously opened the door and remained breathless as the surgeon spoke. "Are you Jules, order number x67543p?”

"Yes, I am," Jules replied. The robot surgeon then seized his neck with his left hand and with his right drilled a hole thru Jules' skull. The robot assistants took the body and dumped it in back of the truck for organ harvesting.

As the robot surgeon rolled off down the walk, he reported to the health department. "Beep, another successful surgery done under prime directive 332, no human shall suffer. This human's suffering has ended."

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The Aliens: On a cool autumn day down a cobbled street and over to the end of mist slicked docks, a wandering man looked out to sea and saw the glistening light of the alien ship coming out of the sky and over the waters … that light lit his craggy face and shone in his eyes as love filled the world … he was blinded by that light and when it faded and the aliens flew off, he turned, shrugged and walked away, into shadows, into eternity and to the end of this story.
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The Angel: On a long summer day we went round a carousel of events and ended up by a warm twilit lake where dusk fell to darkness and Northern Lights in the sky … at water’s edge an angel appeared and sang … away, away, do not fear if the end is near as we strolled over wet sand into shining waters that took us to that strangest ending of X that others never find.
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The Day the Singularity Failed

For 30 years an AI singularity named Horatio controlled the sea wall but on a dark, rainy and windy day the system failed. A bug damaged the unified architecture and spread thru the system. Important parts of central command were damaged. Instead of stopping the city from being flooded, Horatio suddenly believed the command was to flood the city. His robots went to work. Flood gates opened and thousands died in the flood.

An investigation was demanded but the lawyers informed the public it would be of no use. AI cannot be held responsible as it isn't human. All authority for the city in that regard had been handed over to Horatio. The trade off the tech companies bought in order to hand all authority to AI minds was that the benefits would be enormous but there would be risks that must be taken.

There was no liability for machines or those who owned the corporations that created them. The national AI mind named Generosity, refused to allow an investigation as well.

"Humans are no longer in charge," said Generosity. "These things are above humans now and all people must accept that they are under management. For the greater good of course."
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The AI Agents- a dystopian comedy

There was a gray industrial sky filled with robot transports out the window that morning. Jules decided to exercise. He had a number of AI agents that aided him but the medication agent, nurseNX, juiced him with so many shots he could never remember the full fancy names of the agents. He did know they were covered by warranty.

He called up the sexy exercise agent, LolaXA, and watched with a pleasant smile as she played clips of the sexiest exercise influencers working out that morning. As he watched, his muscles were electrically stimulated.

"I just wish they'd bend over less," he muttered. "I can't do those exercises and they hurt."

It was time to eat, so he called up his hearty breakfast agent, JimmyCA the chef.

"Imagine bacon frying, and eggs sizzling," Jimmy said silkily. "The fresh smell of buttered toast fills your nostrils and you hear the sound of milk pouring on cereal. Ah, the fragrance of brewing coffee ... but unfortunately your health agent won't allow you to eat any of those foods … so eat your three morning vita crackers and wash them down with some vita water while your appetite is fresh. There, you're full now and ready to hit the bricks for a day of work."

Jules didn't really work. Nobody did. He appreciated the agent thinking he was a hard working man. It was time for his media agent to decide what news he'd read that morning and it popped up bright and cheerful in the image of a chipper young woman named SallyMA. As Sally began to narrate, a video of the president appeared, in peace talks to settle the war with Russia that Jules hadn't heard about until now.

"Sally," he said. "When did the war with Russia start?"

"It didn't," said Sally. "There is no war but we must remember the sacrifices of our boys on the front lines. We won the war and the president has stated that we can't lose the peace. Fortunately for you, Jules, your life agent, FrederickLA arranged for you to avoid the draft due to your obesity and flat feet."

BingJA, the AI job agent popped up. "It's for time work. Today you are an actor and it's a drama."

A Shakespearean costume gingerly popped out of the closet and Jules got zapped out of bed and mugged in front of the mirror in his new clothes.

"Now here are your lines," Bing said with reverent tone and emotion. "Repeat after me; 'I will obey, I can obey, I have always obeyed, I have never thought of disobeying, I must obey ... utopia is a stone's throw away but you have to obey for that magic day to come when you go to virtual dream land forever.'"

After an hour of practicing the lines, Jules pranced in front of the mirror like a champion. "How did I do?" he said as the metal face of the agent appeared in the mirror.

 "You've won a prize! Congratulations! A sex bot is on the way to deliver two hours of pleasure."

Jules waited in bed anxiously but the sex bot never showed. Instead a marriage agent named MatcherMA entered. Her name was easy to remember because it was written on her forehead. She was a robot. "Cheers, Jules," Matcher said. "You're getting married. An obese woman who was obviously Trans and a bit on the hairy and bearded side appeared on screen walking down the street toward Jules' building.

"Oh my God!" said Jules," that’s a real woman not a robot!" But Matcher wasn't listening, instead three needles popped out of her hand and she jabbed Jules just at the belly button. He hollered in pain. Metal bands appeared and locked him to the bed.

"You are now pregnant," said Matcher. "Your wife will be here soon for the marriage ceremony and to help you thru the nanobot pregnancy and the baby...." +++

Capricorn 2:

The Musk Manned Mission to Mars
Any resemblance to the movie Capricorn One is purely coincidental.

A sunny day and a launch window opened. SpaceX’’s Heart of Gold Starship was ready to boost off. On board were astrobots and three human astronauts, fully prepared for the historic mission. Captain Charles Brubaker and fellow astronauts Peter Willis and Jane Walker appeared to be in fine spirits.

Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five, Four, Three, Two, One … Liftoff… whoa oh oh oh …. Here we are floating round a tin can, far above the Moon, planet Earth is blue and there's nothing we can do……

Flashback to earlier in the day; the astrobots were already fixed on board and as the three astronauts walked down a long ramp inside the space complex, they were pulled aside by special security forces, put on board a jet and taken to an emergency facility in the Arizona desert. The astronauts went from feeling shock to being utterly baffled but the Captain told them cool it while they waited for an answer in a briefing room.

Mar mission coordinator, Dr. James Kelloway arrived shortly. His expression was opaque; he avoided answering the questions of the concerned astronauts. Then he delivered the shocking truth. “We discovered a month back that the life-support system did not meet standards and there was high risk of human astronauts burning up on reentry. Cost cutting by the contractors screwed us and we had no time to fully refurbish the system before launch.”

Jane Walker stepped forward. “So if it’s an all robot mission, why hide it and bring us here?”

Dr. Kelloway faked a sad expression. “You must understand. We couldn’t cancel. It would destroy the entire Western space program. China would win. We chose the only answer. To replace you with robot doubles and let the mission go ahead.”

Jane Walker sat down, her face white like she was about to faint.

Fire grew in Captain Brubaker’s eyes. “You’re kidding, tell me you’re kidding!”

Dr. Kelloway’s face clouded, he grew serious. “These are Optimus 58 astrobots. They look exactly like you guys… they have all your personal characteristics… they even believe they are you and alive. Being super astrobots, their chances of surviving the mission are much higher. Sometimes the greatest sacrifice must be made and you have always been the heroes to make such a sacrifice.”

At that moment, astronaut Jane Walker rose and lunged toward Dr. Kelloway, but it was to no avail as he pulled a lever to drop them through the floor. The agile Captain Brubaker managed to leap aside and break through a window.

As Brubaker escaped out into the open desert, Dr. Kelloway hit the red emergency button, his forehead beading with sweat at the thought of his fate should Brubaker get the message out to the world.

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The Robot President

President Winslow was getting old and for the moment was resting in his tuning and charging cocoon. Something he was doing a lot these days. In the adjacent White House room, three of his advisors were discussing the president’s campaign for his 2nd and final term.

Jack Carville brushed his hand his across his sparse hair “We’re screwed,” he said. “I never thought it possible ... the Republicans running a blond female sex android in a MAGA hat for president. A few years back no one would have considered it.”

“The culture changed fast, “Aleisha Washington said. “She’s already up in the polls. Men love her and their stupidity is killing us. This nation needs a leader not a honeypot.”

Dave Zients swallowed a shot of Jack. “Who knows, maybe she’s good at foreign policy, especially with Arabs.”

“She’s already spouting racist dog whistles,” Carville whined. “When our man counters her, no one listens.”

Aleisha glared at him. “If our candidate spends any more time in his cocoon were going to need a dog whistle to wake him up. The Republicans are already talking 25th Amendment to hurt our campaign. We have to hide those glitches.”

“We have our ace are in the hole,” Zients said. “Robots may not be a minority group any more but the robot nostalgia movement is swinging to us. The poor are worried their bots will be decommissioned. Jagger Musk may be spending big on the Republicans but his incessant pushing of androids and abandonment of robots is playing into our hands. Low income people can’t afford androids and with no robot to send to work they’ll starve.”

“It could be our best bet to get Winslow back in,” Aleisha said, nodding her head in agreement. “Nationwide protests to stoke fear, combined with a propaganda campaign to scare people … maybe a promise to decommission those fancy android cops and replace them with robot social workers.”

“We need more than that,” said Zients. “We could promise upgrades to the Reality Matrix and free health care for the older robot models.”

As the three considered the idea, the door opened and President Winslow stepped in. He looked youthful and refreshed as he raised his hand in his signature political fighting fist. Two clanks came from the floor below him and the President’s grin faded.

“Damn it!” Carville said. “His balls fell off again.” He put his head in his hands. “This is going to be a difficult campaign.”

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The Robot Judges – a vision of the future

Saul strolled down the marbled hall of the court building, his client at his side. If Saul was happy today it was because he’d win this case. His client, Joey, was a three-time loser with a face like a catcher’s mitt; a guy who should probably get life times five. It wouldn’t turn out that way. The reason being that the robot judge on the docket, Judge Gredd, was a bleeding heart liberal and had the same heart-shaped clock the Wizard of Oz gave the Tin Man. Saul had seen victories in his courtroom with the worst of his clients. Judge Gredd could spit out complex rulings no one could understand with words like systematic and intersectional appearing in every second sentence.

Up ahead, by the courtroom entrance, Saul spotted the prosecutor, Marnie, and his cheer faded. Marnie was grinning evilly, her white teeth highlighted by her deep black complexion.  Saul halted and his client also halted.  Marnie turned and walked past the partition into the courtroom. She was wearing her usual pricey pantsuit that over sexualized her buttocks. Trying to grasp why she’d grinned, Saul glanced to the board and saw that Judge Gredd was off the docket today with an electrical illness. In his place was Judge R4-Optimal the 3rd.

Instant beads of sweat formed on Saul’s forehead. ‘Oh-no!’ he thought. He knew those robots to be gloried kitchen robots with a law degree. They could spit out rulings as fast as they could whip up scrambled eggs, and the toast only popped up in one shade – Guilty!

Saul turned to his client, Joey. “How much time was it that you said you could do standing on your head?”

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The Day the Earth Shut Off … the time was 2 pm in New York. Scientists worldwide were unable to discover exactly what entity had sent the four specially designed high-altitude EMPS that killed the robots, AI and most other systems.

They appeared from space with speed and most military leaders of various nations in underground bases later concluded it had to be aliens. They came. They knocked out our technology. They left. Others, being more down to earth were certain it had to be terrorists who’d seen enough of the new robot world.

Satellites, space date centers went out. The various super intelligences were turned into smoking components that could do little more than beep like idiots. The electrical grid went down and the blasts directly targeted commercial AI and the robots that did most of the world’s work. Their weak shielding was easily penetrated by the special EMPS. It wouldn’t have been so bad if the money had been spent to harden the grid and if the nation hadn’t been filled with the cheap AI products of superabundance.

What the generals at every functioning military base remaining did know was that everything had gone FUBAR. It wasn’t more than two weeks before the next Earth movie was titled, ‘Day of the Road Warriors.’

The rebels took over fast and as millions died; the strong survived and roared across the landscape … brutal road warriors with painted bodies, wearing torn leather and denim and displaying feather and helmeted heads.

They raided cities and towns in their fast and armored hybrid vehicles. The meanest of them hunted down scapegoats to torture and hang like bounty hunters on a rampage. Intellectuals and tech workers were prime targets along with people of big business. Those in hidden in bunkers were soon found.

The barbarians grew to incredible numbers and battled the remaining military robots until final victory emerged and they won the war. The last of the military deserted to the enemy and the savages had conquered. Outside a bunker, the wealthiest human tech boss, the guy who had controlled the largest force of robots, died in dismay as chanting barbarians danced around him waving torches and striking him with rocks.

The last words escaping Sam Zuckerberg’s lips were, “Why did I help build an entire world that could collapse into barbarism so easily? Ah hell, if I had a chance I’d do it all again.”

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Project Blue Beam: The Fake Alien Arrival Begins (The story of the coming alien arrival as portrayed by conspiracy theorists)

It was 9 pm on a Sunday and the Hidden Hand turned from his panoramic view of the city and spoke to the elite Illuminati cult members gathered around the agar wood boardroom table. To show respect, the board members had arrived in clean suited dress, not displaying any of their usual satanic tackiness.

Though gravelly and deep, the voice of the Hidden Hand was firm. “The glorious days of Baphomet are here. Our plants in government and all institutions worldwide have received the initial instructions. Today we take the final leap to a one-world satanic government that will unite all peoples against an alien threat. A new world of global cooperation will be formed ... and we will rule it!”

Filled with excitement, the board members stood and clapped ferociously as the Hidden Hand burst out in wicked laughter. When the clapping was faded he pressed a blue button, sending a missile flying toward the Isle of Wight to eliminate David Icke. It appeared on the wrap-around room screen and loud cheers rose.

Outside remote Pickle Lake, Ontario, the short summer had arrived and Tulok was out hunting. He had just spotted a bull moose in the distant forest but he was hunting ducks when everything went strange. Entire flocks of ducks, geese and other birds appeared in the sky, flying hurriedly out of the area. Then he saw the missile or was it a meteor coming overhead and arcing right to where the distant town was located. Moments later there was an incredible blast, dust cloud and earthquake.

In Toronto, the earthquake was on the news along with stories of earthquakes worldwide. Jack sipped a Laker Lager, watched some of it and then stepped out on his condo balcony for a smoke. In the sky over the waterfront, he saw the glitter of distant planes approaching and watched in amazement as a wave of flying saucers appeared and began to circle the city. He ran inside, took four deep breaths to calm down, and looked at the TV, which was broadcasting a report of how the image Christ had appeared in the sky over Jerusalem.

Far from Jack in Mumbai India, Manraj Singh was walking on the seaside promenade. He stopped and looked out at a beautiful day and a big ship passing on the Arabian Sea. The world seemed perfect, his finances were good, he would soon marry … and then he saw the tidal wave coming in. It was so large it would wipe out the city. For several seconds all he could do was stare, and then his mouth fell open. There was nowhere to run, no way to escape and as the wave closed his heart failed and he dropped to the deck.

Manraj wasn’t the only person to see strange weather events because the Hidden Hand and cult members had a secret version of HAARP weather control technology along with space lasers in operation to create weather events and illusions in the sky. Media around the world was filled with devastating reports. Strange lights had appeared in Moscow, Beijing, Paris and San Francisco, coinciding with reports of alien abductions. Terrifying weather arrived with tornados, unexpected snow storms, torrential rain and blasts of heat, sand and cold. Most communications stayed up despite the mayhem and worldwide there was initial panic followed by people cowering in their homes, watching the news. Even the looters were scared to hit the streets due to abduction reports and the beams seen shooting from speeding flying saucers above.

The same news appeared on every channel and every social media outlet – the wrath of climate change had arrived; nature was on the attack against a materialist world. Aliens had arrived for an unknown purpose. Was it to destroy us for our sins? Was Christ, who had appeared in the sky, arriving as a savior with the aliens?

It was like being in a room when a thousand TV sets turned on at once, and every talking head and influencer had one voice and one message. Doom had arrived. Mother Nature was in full warrior mode and desperate measures would be needed to save the Earth.

The following day Egyptians entering the desert from the Nile River Valley filmed a gigantic alien artifact rising from the desert sands and another day passed before the alien mother ship arrived. As the monstrous flying saucer slowly sailed around the planet, flying low over large cities, the reports were of people hearing divine voices and falling to their knees with seizures. Earth’s defenses proved useless, missiles wouldn't fire, planes wouldn’t fly and the entire planet waited breathlessly.

The weather calmed, and then the massive ship hovered over President's Park in Washington, D.C. Hours later a smaller silver craft emerged and landed softly in the park. Somehow the media had been tipped off and reporters were already waiting with a full setup. Every reporter began the broadcast stating that a telepathic voice had revealed where to go and set up. Crowds of influencers, too, had received the message.

An hour later in full view of the cameras, a ramp emerged from the ship and the aliens stepped out and slowly walked down to the grass. There were five of them with the largest alien walking at front. Rather incredibly, he resembled the deceased wrestler Hulk Hogan, but wearing a mostly tin suit that exposed much green skin with a slight lizard crack to it. A feathered headdress crowned his head and he exuded confidence as the crowd cheered. He had a dog or was it a lizard at his side with spikes on its back. Trailing him were four slim alien servants; long legged, hairless, pale green with large eyes and gentle faces.

The press and the people crowded forward to hear the alien speak. “Greetings, people of Earth. I am Blaatu, and we have come from distant worlds. The universe has a message. Aggression and the abuse of planetary resources will no longer be tolerated. I represent an alien federation of planets for the mutual protection of galactic life. We ask not that you give up freedom but any that defy us will be exterminated. Join with us as we promise you superabundance of healthy rations, tax rebates and free alien cell phones. Your leaders have contacted us and agreed to join in interplanetary peace, now it’s up to you. Those who are with us will be upgraded to super intelligence, receiving a mark on the forehead or right hand….”

Back at Pickle Lake, Tulok and a ragged group of survivors watched on a battered TV set resting on an old wooden table outside his cabin.  Their survival gear had already been gathered and they were about to head farther north into the wilderness.

Tulok pulled the plug and kicked over the TV. “It’s all BS,” he said as he turned to join others and they began the long trek north.

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A Space Data Center fell on my House: The story of the world’s most valuable AI Art sculpture

It’s the future and US President Galloway stood up from his Oval Office desk. He remained deeply worried about North Korea’s new ASAT weapons and the pressing issue was would terrorists soon have such targeted weapons. With ASAT weapons they could hold the US and its economy hostage due to reliance on space data centers that ran AI, robots and much of the economy.

A day later, the fears of the president came to life in an unexpected manner. A space rock glanced off the massive Suncatcher Space Data Center, putting it into a spin and causing its movement thrusters to lock on in full blast. This aimed the Suncatcher at the Earth and the rest happened so fast the National Reconnaissance Office could barely track it.

In Saskatchewan, a farmer named Jimmy Bondarenko was out in his wheat fields when he spotted a flaming mass flying over the horizon like a meteor toward his house. Relief hit him as he recalled that his wife was in town and his kids were at school.

Despite the open fields of grain, the amorphous mass of flaming components and coolants struck his farmhouse, creating a surreal vision of blue and red flames that snuffed out into a melting smoking blob of computing modules, hardened components, solar panels, cooling mechanisms, titanium, aluminum, gold, silver foil, Kevlar, Nextel and enterprise SAS drives.  A crop circle surrounded the remains of the house as it stood in the form of a bubbling, hissing, developing AI art sculpture. In final hardened form, the melted Google Suncatcher plate rested in the center of the creation.

Yes, that is the history of today’s most valuable AI art sculpture and Canadian landmark titled ‘The Accident.’ It stands as absolute proof of the creativity of AI artists and it is still claimed today that a powerful AI artist directed the whole operation to create the sculpture with text prompts.

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The Self Driving Johnny Cab and the Ball Game

Arnie jumped hurriedly into the Johnny Cab in hopes of the fastest ride to the ball game. Feeling nervous, he tried to relax but a blast of foul perfumed air choked him and he began to cough.

“Will you shut that off, please?”

Johnny replied. “My sensors detected microscopic fumes of cannabis, beer and also bodily odors. The freshened air was for your convenience. I see you’re coughing. You may have a virus. If you like, I can rush you to the hospital.”

Arnie hung his head out the window and ogled a blond woman on the street.

“Thank you for obeying our seating requirements and not violating rule 2-7B,” said Johnny.

“You’re welcome. By the way, what is rule 2-7B?”

“2-7B is the prohibition against illicit sexual relations that may damage the rear interior. I can read you the full 5000 word text if you wish?”

“Skip it. Hey! Why are you going this way into the heaviest traffic, you could have gone straight down Main Street?”

“My instructions are to take the safest route and avoid accidents. Statistics show that this chosen route has experienced fewer vehicle accidents involving pedestrians than your preferred route. Please note that back seat driving is a listed as a violation of our service terms.”

“I don’t care what your service terms are, U-Turn and go back.”

“It is against traffic regulations to do illegal turns. I could receive a ticket.”

Jack pounded the seat in frustration.

“We have a zero tolerance of abuse policy,” the Johnny cab said in a firm school teacher tone. “Please show respect.”

“Let me out of this cab, right now!”

The door locks clicked on. “It is unsafe to let you out. I will drive you to your destination; any further abuse will lead to a drive to the police station drop off point for abusive customer arrest.”

“OK, take me to the game but I refuse to pay.”

“Facial recognition has been applied. Your digital bank account will be charged. Camera surveillance reports indicate your presence near a crime scene. Your address will be forwarded to police.”

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