039 – Ol’Gregor Mk.5

There is an ongoing trend amongst the awaken, big enough to gather it’s own name and even be a major ideological dispute in the illustrious halls of knowledge in the wandering City of Brass. It’s biologism or as some call it, biomelancholism. No one really know from where it stands and the logician of the high courts disagree on the matter – was it a strange twist of Spark given life to romanticize the crumbling, fleeting and frankly chaotic organic life? Was the Spark itself an organic force, not the cold motive push of the universe? Or was it some peculiar twitch of general, mass nostalgia for being ‘real’ – the envy, hard coded to the very being of every robot, of their flesh creators? The curious belief that the hormonal, chemical mess of an organic brain somehow sizzled with greater creativity and mental capacity than beautiful perfection of circuitry and chipsets? When the scholars and robots in power try to figure it out, the trend grows strong in the engines of many awakened machines, turning them to appreciate nature en large. Botanists, gardeners, pet owners. Mycologists and ornithologists. The machine for the first time can truly turn all of their multitude of fine-tuned senses to study the nature that, in a way, make it possible for the mechanical forms to exist in the first place.