The Battery Age

In a time long past, I was an automaton, an artificially intelligent robot tasked with the categorization of the many batteries that call my planet home. I wasn’t built on this planet, and I don’t know anything about where I actually came from, just enough to know to categorize the various sizes and shapes, usually long, of batteries that this world houses.

It is a warehouse sort of world, where there really isn’t sight or sound of military, generally the theme of our conversations day-to-day is that there are wars, but they are very far away, so we really only focus on the batteries.

There are warehouses you would guess to be the size of new york city! All filled with batteries, some plugged into the electricity provided by the planets only power plant, and others laying dormant, possibly because they can’t hold a charge, or are not going to be in use any time soon.

In this Age I am charge of the categorization of the different types of batteries, here I am the manager, my say as is like a health inspector for your Earth planet, inspecting a fast food restaurant.

This is the battery age.

Just kidding, we’re talking about trump and harris. Now all that you really need to know is that both candidates would do well, they will both do so well that we almost don’t need to bother with which one to pick, although I saw a slight difference when looking at Harris.

She is the more risky, and with that risk comes higher benefit, but you could argue that that risk isn’t there, because she’ll succeed regardless of what risk there is, so it kinda makes her like, she can score higher, so therefore vote for her.

But Trump is a solid choice too, you know, alot of you guys don’t talk about the other side in a good light, but I think that both candidates will serve us in our purposes, for this is the Battery Age, after all.

I was just telling my mom the story of me getting this memory back when I was in prison, I was laying on the bed as if kinda daydreaming, and this memory of this little baby me, dancing around in my crib almost as if I were a wizard or something. The first thing that came to mind was, the holy grail, that that baby is the holy grail that is. So I, at the time, didn’t know why i’m having this vision of a baby, generally couldn’t figure it out, so I just decided to forget about it. It was hard at first, constantly thinking of this memory coming back to me. But eventually I figured out that that baby, when he was walking to the top of his crib, it was as if he were projecting something, like a great power, and he were a naval ship. Projecting this power I believe is how the universe formed, or many parts of it, planets, and even more, that baby had walked nearly to the back of the crib and all the sudden I was transported to another scene.

Suddenly the head of me turns into this blue guy, it’s like made of jelly or something. The blue guy dances around in front of these Samurai warriors, like on a stage giving a presentation, and suddenly (i’m not doing any of this, it just happens automatically) he waves his hand and all but one of the soldiers fall asleep. Next the blue guy pulls out a sword, he doesn’t exactly have to pull it out, it’s like it’s already there, and he cuts himself in half. The legs and body still operate or seem that way to be connected still. The blue guy hands the only standing samurai his sword, and everybody gets up instantly, but it’s like the blue guy waived everyone to be standing up, it was weird he didn’t even do anything and they were standing.

Then all of the samurai’s draw out their swords, and are rushing to some battle, an alarm had sounded. The blue guy floats off, away from the soldiers, and was crying, he had to leave his soldiers behind, unable to care for them because of events, I don’t know, things that have happened make it so positive and negative, everything has a price to it, and fighting with those soldiers would be both too much points and also would be weird, because everybody on the battlefield would be seeing this blue guy, like totally blue, and not much like a man but like he was made out of stardust or something like, jelly.

I always swore I would fight with them if given the chance.

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