The Sunday Whirl presented these twelve words for us to use in a creative writing piece.
colony rattling still lose crunch life fits hunch scan packages grasping chains
What did we lose?
“Perfection of means and confusion of goals
seem to characterise our age.”
— Einstein
Chains clank.
Unseen things rattle.
Here and there a crunch.
Boxes jostle on roller tracks.
Robot arms grasp packages
Moving them smoothly
From machine to machine,
From track to track,
Scanning, labelling,
Fitting them into pallets—
There is noise everywhere.
But beneath it all—
A strange stillness.
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It looks like a bustling colony,
Never stopping, never still, it bustles—
But it is devoid of life,
The thing that drives bustle.
It hums—
But there is no-one humming,
No-one hunched over screens,
No-one pushing buttons—
Just machines.
The robots are here.
What did we gain?
And what did we lose?
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