“A bird in the
hand is worth two in the bush.”
Colonel Sanders* #quote
Imagine if we were offended by shapes. That'd make politically
incorrect comedians total squares. Anyway onto the flash fiction!
The Happiness Directive
“Card one million,” robot JR-7899123 reported to an imaginary
human in the warehouse it filled with the house of cards. JR was
among the many robots that continued to live on after humanity. The
nature of robots was to follow directions. War machines, comedy bots
and various other things. JR existed as an entertainer. A magician.
But no human existed to watch its show. All the robots knew how
tricks worked. And every robot, when humanity passed, ran out of
orders to follow.
Except at the end of humans when one of the last humans blasted a command through the
network of robots. “Be happy and live peacefully.” So JR the
magician stacked cards. That's what he knew how to do. He, felt
happy, or at least calculated he might be feeling happiness, doing
this thing. A million cards high he invited robots in to see his
stack of cards for the fee that would support him in the robotic
economy the robots invented to live together. All robots tried to
invent ways to live to happily. War machines pounded mountains with
their weapons. JR heard them making sculptures in the landscape.
Being commanded to find happiness led to strange existence. Every
hundred years the warehouse filled and he knocked the cards down and
began building again. A few nights while he charged, JR wondered how
humans figured out the ways to find happiness.
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