It all began when my best friend Rob and I were coming back from our pizza break when this drunkard swerved off the road hitting Rob and narrowly avoiding me. As I looked down at Rob’s mangled body I notice that instead of blood and guts spilling out of him it was wires and bolts. Although this is an overwhelming situation, I am devastated at this scene seeing my good friend be fatally wounded. Although it is a situation that usually is overpowered in grief, I am just as perplexed to try to understand this disconcerting circumstance. There is no way to compare it to anything I have ever witnessed so it will take time to examine these odd series of events.
That night I decided to go home and be alone to process and examine the experience I had just witnessed. Instead of determining why Rob was full of wires, I wanted to think more along the lines of what he is because he was full of wires. After such a shocking discovery it is safe to assume that my friend Rob was not biologically a human being. In that moment of thinking of Rob as needing “ot” on the end of his name, I think of all the years I knew him and the memories we shared. How could I think of him as some sort of unconscious Robot just acting to his written internal processing? Personally, I’ve met some people who I didn’t get along with nearly half as well as I did Rob, which in my humble opinion still makes Rob a friend. Considering many people consider their pets a friend, I would still say that through the actual verbal interactions I had with Rob, he was one of the best friends I ever had.
But the question I must think about is,” What was Rob?” Was he programmed to act the way he did or was he in fact a conscious being? I then sift through my memory and remember a time where Rob hated going to Red Sox games. He hated the crowds, the noise and didn’t care much for baseball. But after a few years of my eager persistence for him to come around, he got to know the game and its atmosphere and he...