Awaiting avails another anthropomorphic adventure!
Our story unfolds with some plans on a man's desk. A blueprint. Crudely drawn shapes overlap above, under, and around other shapes, resembling something uncannily familiar. Writing is scrawled plentifully around, yet it cannot be deciphered.
This man is very busy. He has built a lot of things. He gives talks to others trying to increase their knowledge. He is left with little time to enjoy the little things in life. With his plans ready, the man begins work.
Every day a bell is rung. Twenty-four times in that day it is rung. For every bell ring, the man has finished fashioning a shape from the page into an object in front of him. Piece by piece the man progresses. He forgoes his sleep to build. In the dead of the night he passes out only to be woken by the 'dong' of the bell from which point he continues.
After three sleepless weeks of toiling, the man has every piece he needs. There are boxes stacked, diodes lined, and circuit boards prepared. Today, at the start of the first 'bong', the man assembles his creation. His work lasts fifteen hours.
"Hello", the man says. Before him stands a tall, square creature. It does not respond.
"Hello, you are my creation. I will give you a name soon, but first I must see if you are as capable as I've made you to be." The creature stares and still does not move.
"I command that you go forth into the world and retrieve for me something full of intrigue and mystery." The man touches the creature with his hand. The creature begins its noisy stroll, heading out the door. The man sits, not working, but simply waiting. He sits but he does not rest. At least not yet.
The creature travels far. A bell ring marks its journey's end. Opening its eyes the creation captures a scene. With quickness it now heads back to the home of its creator.
The man sits, dozing off, when the sound of a motor pulls him from the grip of his nemesis. The creature has returned.
"Ahh, my creation. Welcome home." The man stands, filled with excitement. "What do you have for me?"
The creature has now been given reason to communicate. ONG
The man scratches his head. "I have given you the ability of speech, why do you only use the sound of a bell?"
The creature again attempts its vocalization, ONG
. With nothing else to be said the creature's eyes brighten, flashing, projecting light. The man knows what function this is. He quickly readies a white screen and turns down the lights.
The man stands to the left of the glowing creature and watches with the glee of discovery. Projected in black and white is a scene. "What is this", the man questions, "is this a beach?"
The scene is hard to make out. There appears to be a couple sitting. All in black and white, but without any depth at all. "I see that you've brought me a picture", the man says, "but what of the distance, what of the background? Why is all I see so flat?"
The creature is still. It does not 'ong', it does not move. The projection of its eyes fade.
"My creation, you have brought me something, but something of which I cannot understand." The man talks softly, with his hand on the creature's body. "I am intrigued. I am mystified. I find that you have succeeded."
The man paces the room for a moment. "I am not yet satisfied, though." The man comes back to touch his creation again. "I will now bestow upon you the most fitting name my mind can create", the man pauses, "you shall be known as NewPixBot."Part the Next of the Story of NewPixBot.