Die Roboter
TL;DR: Mechanical lives matter.
Robots are fascinating creatures. I had a phase when I drew lots of them, and then they just died out. In the golden phase of this phase I even wrote a short drama “Balety, Cycuchy, Roboty – część 3”, which is written entirely in a made up pseudo-szlachta-like fake polish language.
They all started as a curious and happy beings. There was some weird things occurring, but nothing really alarming. As you can probably see, I bought a lot of fineliner pens at this time.
Year passed and something started to break down. Complexity reached dangerous levels, good vibes and niceties were replaces with throbbing penises. Robots started to get too smart, too wise, thinking way, way too much.
Then the depression hit them hard.
A glimpse of hope in the form of a reformation movements appeared, only to be brought down by a war. War is hell, as you probably know, and now all the robots lay broken and turned off somewhere under ashes of Tartarus.
