The last bastion of strength

Inside the dream.....

Voice command was on... however it did not seem to be working very well.........

It was a giant towering machine with great balloon tires..... the machines name was ' I-HE'  and it was voice activated....

very dangerous it could run over you... and did not  always listen very well... for of course it was a machine...

It had no heart..... to see with.

It could be described in a sense as a giant towering Cowboy  in the high desert...  made of  poster board paper  flapping  in the breeze larger than  life itself.........

It was great when in worked... you could yell STOP... and it would... on a dime... other times you could yell and yell and yell to its voice activated command to no avail and it would bump into things causing damage...  and you better be quick on your feet else you very well could get crushed.......

It was a big tall machine....

Some called it the 'Last Bastion of Strength'

Wanting to operate on its own  .... sometimes it would cut loose and go round and round doing pirouettes... in the silty sand.....  of its own seeming volition.... or maybe it  just had a shorted wire?

It took action on for and of  its  own vocation ... so to speak...

It could be Nasty as you wanted it to be also ... upon your request...

So after knocking into several things that came tumbling down on a narrowing path...  the great machine  stopped and focused.......  its eye.....

standing  motionless ... looking.... Snapping still picture after still picture... glossy 8x 10's... you could rum your fingernails across ... slick like.

He thought... for himself as machines rarely do.........
This:

'I might like you....of my own accord...  and  volition  ... 'I-He' liked those  nice pictures you took too...   'Sorry I am unable to Friend you  of  your own written accord..  his  little electric brain was confused for he thought that was the whole idea of a distant social networking platform... to friend making acquaintance to the unique?  but that was  in his own mind... which of course was A.I. anyway... so... somebody else said so.... he guessed.......

Then the machine  randomly thought of outdated  Honey Buns... why in the world would you knowingly give anybody outdated Honey Buns... YUK! His mind wandered...

The machine continued however to hold on to a thread of hope.... why there were thousands and thousands of acres out there just off  the Estate for a dime ...  out there Dwindling over the Centuries ....

Why he had even come across some petroglyphs... out there.... where 'others' a long time ago had been before...... obviously ....

He was a fun guy larger than life and everybody like his  persona... as the living machine and wanted to call him  their friend as they had  a similar mindset  in a day and age that longed  to find some fun in portraying  as  if in some lost piece of art hanging on a living breathing wall......

As If and maybe so.......... their  lays  her wanton willingness also ... for the taking...

The last bastion of strength..........