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Automatic Production Machine (APM)

Tom Ball

    My name was BLL-13 and it was a world of giant automatic factories. They could produce an air car or house in a manner of minutes. They needed to be fed raw materials on a conveyer belt such as plastic, steel, wood, bricks, garbage, chemicals, recycled sewage and so on. And they moved at 40 km/h harvesting all the soil and plants in their paths.
    Robots fed them the materials and they gathered materials, and the factories could produce animals and food and plants and even human babies. And clones.
    The APMs were mobile and could be moved from city to city. All APMs were different from one another and had their own style.
    Some had beams of enlightenment which transformed everything in its path to make pleasing forms.
    And these machines created VR (virtual reality) filled with exciting androids. And merged reality with VR.
    You could order a memory filled copy of anyone of your choice to be produced, if you had the credits.
    And the machines now numbered 10 000, and were adding 200 more per day. And there were an additional 100 in space.
    The machines felt gratified to create interesting things.
    And humans felt gratified to enjoy what had been produced.
    In my own VR world, I had the machine copy my favorite lover. She said, “I am flattered you chose me but you and I are no longer a tenable couple.”
    I said, But I am giving you another life.” She said, “I have enough copies.” I said, “You are ruining my happy memories of our time together.”
    So, anyway she left.
    Then, then I asked an APM machine, “For my best friend of my youth. We met in a bar and talked about old times. I figured I was the original of all my clones but talking to him I wasn’t sure.
    Anyway, we noticed a couple of hot chicks sitting nearby and I knew they were generated for my benefit.
    We went up to their table and began a conversation. Then we tried KTV and got so drunk we could hardly function.
    But we took sex enhancers and loved the two girls in a mini orgy.
    The next day we parted and I said, “We will be seeing you again!” “Great!” they said.
    Then I asked the APM, “For my second favorite lover and my daughter I had with her.” I knew it would be clones but that didn’t matter to me.
    I asked her, “If the years had been kind to her?” She said, “She kept changing faces but she didn’t have as much good love as she would have liked.” “However, she said, “she had had a lot of interesting dreams of the future and the present.” “She spent most of her money on dream stimuli,” She said.
    She said, “Let’s spend a week together and rekindle our romance.”
    And then our daughter appeared with her latest love. He was 22, just like her. They seemed like kindred spirits. I asked her about “Her education? She said, “She had a PhD in APM machines.” I said, “Sounds like you are keeping pace with the changing times!”
    And my love and daughter and I reminisced about our past.
    In particular my daughter said, “We can’t expect perfection. We have to take the good with the bad.”
    I said, “But we mustn’t be complacent. We need to be constantly striving.”
    And we all got drunk and ate a lot of food. I loved my ex lover and she said, “I was more of a wild animal than previously.” I said, “It is a wild world.”
    And then I parted with the clones of my daughter and my ex.
    And then, I asked the APM for “A perfect stranger.” She appeared very beautiful indeed. But she immediately demanded that “I be her slave.”
    I figured the computer APM must sense I want to be dominated by a superior woman.
    I had to beg for her love and let her on top during sex and had to serve as an errand boy.
    I told the machine to vacuum up my house and sell the land. I wanted to go elsewhere and adventure.
    Then I met 25 of my clones from VR. We agreed, “To be more aggressive and more selective of worlds. Quite simply we would refuse to be cloned in worlds we didn’t like.”
    Then I met a woman who wanted to join me on Mars...
    The Mars settlement was a geodesic dome with 50 plastic bubbles attached to the outside of it. In each bubble was one or two persons. Inside the dome as a whole were 1 000 people, all in bubbles.
    You could select which person in the bubble you liked for love. There were elevators at different angles going to the bubble of your choice. Down in the lobby you could pay and select a certain bubble.
    They said, “When not loving they were constantly sleeping/ dreaming. They took sleep and dream drugs. All was created by the APM.”
    I tried one and she shared a dream of flowers and honey bees. Strange sensations with mind blowing drugs. And then she dreamt of a forest of strange animals and we frolicked there.
    Color, shape and form. That was what it was all about.
    Look, smell, touch, hear, taste, hot or cold and so on.
    Then I went elsewhere. I called upon the local APM to do outrageous things such as build me a palace. And an interstellar space ship. In this place, everyone was enriched with credits by the state.
    And I resampled some more of my ex loves as clones. Some were happy to see me, others not. They were all linked to the original and shared memories.
    And new clones got all the memories of the originals.
    And I figured they had increased the brain’s capacity for pleasure constantly.
    And as for the androids if you left their world they would be turned off ready for your return. Some said this was abhorrent.
    Then I met a guy who said my mind was closed and I was a moron.
    I said, “No need for rancor, no need to make enemies. But he said there is no purpose in your life you are empty.” So, I walked away.
    And I got my hands on a neo lie detector.
    Thereafter I found solace.
    I found the honest personae. They were few in number.
    And then I said to the APM “surprize me.”
    So, it created a world of cacophonic sound. But I had an automatic filter to filter out the noise. Different frequencies. There was a lot of music and good conversation here.
    And I zoomed in on sexy female voices...
    All worlds had drink and drugs and food free.
    And we watched old movies which gave satisfaction.
    But mostly we cared about sex.
    And the APMs had created homes throughout the surface and beneath. All the land was used for APM “farms” and homes.
    Population was increasing at 4% per annum.
    And the APMs had to deal with unsatisfied androids who didn’t want to be turned off ever. Of course, they had some VR worlds for androids only so they didn’t complain on the whole.

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