Robot

Imagine a learning, growing robot.

The first day it is created it is turned on. It doesn't know what to do with any of its parts yet so it simply makes noises. The learning part of it's brain is programmed to explore, so it sends random electrical impulses to it's parts and discovers that they can move. It works every day fine tuning the gentle electrical impulses and learning the ways that it's body can go. It charges itself every night and also picks up different materials it needs to progress it's robotic shape. It grows. It learns to move things where it wants them, to create order. It learns to do the jobs it is allowed to do to get it's daily allowance of power and parts. One day it learns how to build more, smaller robots, and help them learn how to do their work and do everything until the day when their parts get a little too old. They start creaking in the joints, and their power cells lose their ability to hold a charge until one day they can longer rise to do their job, and they can't hold their daily charge. Then, they are scrapped.

So aren't we robots?

Is this not a foreseeable future?

It is an element that robots may be able to fake, but they will never attain.

Emotion.

Love.

Hate.

Happiness.

Sadness.

In the end, what are humans?

Bits of matter that are controlled by electrical impulses and chemical reactions sent from a central hub?

NO.

THERE HAS TO BE MORE.

Without the strongest emotion of all, Love, there would be no difference. Almost every emotion is connected to love somehow, even if by the smallest bits, and without it we would be robots.

In the words of Albus Dumbledore,

“Do not pity the dead Harry. Pity the living, and, above all, those who live without love.”