My Story – Part 1

I have been places, seen things, met with important beings and have been told many things; all of which have been very unsettling on many levels.

After my robot crashed, his robot into the base of a large tree, it became reachable and I did reach for my physical carrier and we were able to communicate for a short time, but then he was gone again.

We speak a different language. My robot speaks a physical language with vibrations and sensors to pick up the vibrations; with a computer which assigns values to the vibrations. I do not speak a physical language. I do not understand it and it does not understand me.

The living cannot readily speak to the dead, because the dead perceive life and veil my voice.

The only time I can communicate with my robot is when it is hibernating. It is the only time possible; while it is not active.

I still do not speak a physical language. I do not use vibrations and it is very hard to communicate. It is not that I do not want to learn its language. I cannot speak physical. It is not in my nature. We are simply two different to have one language.

I do my best and reach my robot in what it perceives as dreams. My robot wakes with data that is provided and it knows that it did not have this data the night before. It knows I am communicating with it.

More to come…

About A Robots Voice

There is a life and my name is James. When I speak it is because the physical has allowed me to do so. I am trying to find my way and in the process bring my physical nature to a place and time of rebirth. To be there when it takes its first steps as a child of God.
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