There was a boy who loved machines.
Machines were simple. They took in information, processed it, and acted. No drama, no arrogance, no ignoring people just because they weren’t the smartest in the room.
The boy wasn’t a machine.
One day, he sat in a room full of voices, working on something important. He explained the logic, laid it out clearly. No one listened. He said it again. Still nothing.
Then, a smart kid repeated the exact same thing. And suddenly, it was right.
The boy sat there, silent. He watched as the leaders ignored their own mentors. He watched as extra time was wasted on nothing. He watched as someone, carrying nothing, told him to carry the heavy stuff.
And he thought, maybe machines have it better.
A machine wouldn’t care about being ignored. A machine wouldn’t feel the frustration of being overlooked. A machine wouldn’t sit there, heart pounding, swallowing anger just to keep the peace.
But then again… a machine wouldn’t have loved robotics in the first place.
Maybe emotions are a curse. Maybe they make everything harder. Maybe they make people arrogant and make being ignored hurt even more.
That’s the weird thing about emotions. They make happiness feel great, but they also make small disappointments feel crushing.
Machines. No emotions. No sadness, but also no joy. No excitement, but no heartbreak either. In a way, it sounds… better? Is it?
Would life be easier if we didn’t feel? Or would it just be empty?