This story happens in the future, some twenty-five years beyond our time, when robots are in mass production. Every child, like Guli, had a robot. The one that Guli's parents bought for her was from the early generations of B-215.
Some years ago, B-215 was considered a king of the robotic industry. During this time, however, everything was different. Changes were inevitable so the same, sad fate was experienced by all king robots in the world.
The production of B-215 ended three years ago. However, the financial instability of Guli's parents did not allow them to acquire a more contemporary robot for her.
It said that children are a gift from God. Maybe because of that all children think that they are the most real thing that their parents have. Of course, their toys – robots- also were in god's gift category. Guli was a normal child of her age and her notion of specialty was grounded well in her daily life.
Suddenly she came to the realization that her robot was not the most sophisticated in comparison with those her friends had, but on the contrary – the most simple and primitive one. It became perfectly clear that those who were called gifts of God were just the leftovers from the table of earthly illusion. The unexpected collapse of her previous notion was like a snowfall from the mountains. She could not stop crying and trembled inside.
Childhood expires and all children experience this, no matter what.
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Guli's parents calmed her a little. Dad called the programmer who downloaded into B-215 a program that was designed for the B-218. It was a very complicated, almost impossible achievement. The download completed successfully. No one knew if the result came as an accident, or if the programmer was exceptionally brilliant, or if God had heard the prayer of little Guli.
The B-215 downloaded all of B-218 programs on its hard drive, getting all its skills. It was even able to laugh, which was not in its abilities before. It was great!
However, the programmers knew that a strange thing could be attributed to the machine as a result of such a download. Now our “King” could not distinguish the sorrow tears from the tears of joy. It “thought” that we feel good when we cry ...
Laughter is laughter only when it is inappropriate - stupid .
Over time, all the "Kings" get stupid ...
Iltifat Heydarov 09/04/2016
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