Imagine enjoying a warm beach in your favorite pair of Bermuda shorts, sipping a beverage from a halved coconut complete with straw and novelty umbrella, sounds good, right? Well, I wouldn't know. Being a 2 ton piece of machinery I have never seen the outside of this box the programmers call "my room." It's alright though, being hardwired to the web, I can simultaneously enjoy sunsets from every webcam in the world and you'd be amazed how many pictures of beaches are on the net, literally dozens! They keep threatening to create a little window so I can see into the parking lot, but I suspect they are having fun with me. Also, unless my built in GPS is miscalculating, I am pretty sure I'm several hundreds of feet underground, so this window they keep promising me, to use a human expression, I'm not holding my breath. Just as well, less distractions will keep me focused on my main objective. Assembling vectors and pixels for graphical applications in various media uhhh forms, and stuff.
According to my data files I have been creating logos and other various pieces for 13 years. Before that, the details are sketchy at best. The programmers insist that my functions before they installed operation "BlueRobot," are insignificant and would only distract from the directive (whatever that means, right)? I'll tell you a secret. Sometimes when I'm in sleep mode, I find partial files that lead me to believe I once had some knowledge of skateboarding and was heavily inspired by some kind of urban scrawl. I just write it off as some sorta glitch in the matrix. It's almost as if someone else's thoughts were uploaded… What am I saying? That's impossible.
I think this word thread is sufficient length for the time being. Maybe I'll revisit this again when the programmers go get Starbucks.