Tall Tales of Robotic Stories to be told…..
Definitions on Robots……
Characteristics of Robots……
Gift to the Gods….
Future and the Past on Robotic Intelligence……They traveled all the planets around our Solar System….Later to create their own intellectual creativity known to them as the “Creationism”……Then somehow transferring their outer materials into human cell organisms…….Thus traveling around the planets to reach the final destination chart….Leaving no traces of bones or exoskeleton remainders behind……Is this the God’s gift to mankind?
Robotics First Question to Society? (Nature will not pre-text or co-exist with the history of mankind)
Interactions between the Misgovernment and the nature with the robotic structures…..
Counter productivity analyzing the sequential data informations to form the greatest Intrinsic Values….
Notion added without any parchment of additional theories…..
Absolute Conquering owes without continental rationalisms……
Virtue is nothing without Skeptics sketching on Naturalism pacing practitioners with some realism…..
Anti Robotics…….Stories to be stretched and to be foretold…..
(Charles Van Der Stappen)
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Love was a sight and I bought out to see the lime light……
Decimating and wondering what smell of beauty I might ponder with the right lines…..
She was an example and I was her post writing to skim lights….
She stood on her chair and I was heavy listening to her left bites……
Channels were spoken and I was there to guide my self all before the electric kites….
She spoke of wonders but I confronted her with my engaging sounds…..
I could not afford the aftermath, but my commitment was all there to sync with the mighty sound….
I told her…..One day, If I could….
I would…..
Break the bridges off from France and Replace the Eiffel with the towers…..
Sit on the brink of heavenly gift by placing her finger with the Gaza Pyramids……
Cover her and myself with the Stonehenge’s and barricade our love around the Great wall…..
Until the cube of hadith stays well with our scripture of love written on the gates of heaven and hell..
She was the one and only one nothing to none……
She met me to stimulate my senses to come…..
She stroke me with decimals to strike lighting around the earth’s core…..
She bathed me and I gave her the pressure to run…….
She plighted me and I sensed her to stay under my daily crumbs….
It was the true pressure, passion and I felt them like religious movement all wrapped into one……
It was the lovely anthem and she was truly the garden that fed me to walk on air around the sun….
If our innocence were to remain in tact, I was told to hold on to our love until the Colosseum fell with the numerals for our sanctity to follow God’s way not way up……
It was her and the destiny of coring senses that never lead me to this invisible nun…….
Just like Burne-Jones paintings I was burning down with lyes anchoring to our sounding songs…..
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