azule wrote:Spoiler:Part the Previous of the Story of NewPixBot.
Many months later there has been thousands of photos taken, but the mystery continues. The couple's movement is more obvious now, for the most part. They have built sandcastles. They have left this area. NewPixBot has followed them pretty well.
On the screen is the latest picture. It shows a grassy landscape with flowers. "Thank you, NewPixBot", the man says again for the hundredth time. NewPixBot is stoic in the praise of its creator, it continues to display the image and nothing else.
"Hmm, what is that? Did that leaf just fly?" The man listens to the seconds of sound being played back. "I don't hear any buzzing, nor any wind."
"I know that I heard them talk before", the man ponders, "so your microphone should be picking up these sounds, too."
NewPixBot continues to please its creator with mysteries for him to solve. NewPixBot powers down the display and audio. It is time for it to find this land again. "Good luck!", says the man.
While NewPixBot is gone, the man tidies up around his workspace. His other projects move along slowly. The picture of the strange land, strange people who move slow, and strange creatures has taken the man's focus.
A knock is heard on the door. The man greets another man, "Hello".
"Hello, sir. We have done much exploring but we cannot find this place that your robot has found", says the other man.
"When you follow him you also cannot?"
"Your bot is fast. We cannot keep up", the other man notes. "Maybe you can reduce its speed, sir."
The man struggles with this. He is very much so curious, but he does not want to limit NewPixBot in its capabilities. "What if NewPixBot needs its speed while there? I would not want my creation hurt."
"Very well", says the other man as he turns away and leaves. A bell is heard in the distance.
The man's town has taken to obsession with the pictures. Children trade photos that the man has nicely given out. Their parents have found themselves with just as much interest, where before they thought it suitable only for the young and foolish.
The solving of the mystery eludes the man and his town. Only NewPixBot must know, but it does not tell. It only concerns itself with the job at hand (mystery and intrigue) and nothing more.
The sounds of the man's town, that normally pervade the walls of his shack, now fall to a hush. With his door ajar he now hears the sound of wheels against the cobbled road. NewPixBot approaches. The man stands waiting to greet his loyal worker. The room's lights dim, and the white screen lowers, all done slowly, triggered by NewPixBot's return.
"Welcome, NewPixBot", says the man. He steps aside as NewPixBot enters. "Let me see what you have seen."
"Further Along!" NewPixBot has continued to use more complex words and phrases, but never does it lose the connection to the bell of its journey's beginning.
On the screen is the couple, still walking. They seem to be seeking something just as the man seeks something. For them it appears to be the origin of their life sustaining river. For the man it may well be the very meaning of life.
He has given life to NewPixBot, and in some ways, to himself. A partner created to explore things with; to rely on. He oils NewPixBot, replaces worn gears, and upgrades it with fancy new features. NewPixBot brings the man mysteries to solve, people to praise him; socialness to his existence in town. No longer just a teacher, he is now simply one of them, lacking as much knowledge as anyone else, yet with as much ability to imagine, now an even member of society.
This concludes the story. Thank you to every who read and enjoyed this work.
About Oklahoma: I think the static images may have been Lord Randall's version of "one minute of silence".