Statist

– Silence on the site! Prepare everyone!
I have a very peculiar job. This is probably not the worst activity in the world, but I can’t say that I have dreamed of this all my life. Although who knows what I would dream about if I could ..
– Maxim! Well, where the hell is it, Maxim?! Where is our main role, I ask you? We will shoot today, or how?!
Maxim. He is always late. This is not because he is bad, he just lacks punctuality. And so he is a rather pleasant person. At least much more pleasant than other people with whom I worked. He even greets me when he has a good mood, and sometimes it can descend to praise if the scene is purely and the first time.
But still we are too different to make friends. He plays a major role in almost every film in which the agent manages to shove it. He is a hero! Favorite of the public, the Savior of the world and the conqueror of girlish hearts. And I … what am I? I am a bad guy. I should win. The whole meaning of my existence lies in constant defeats. But I do not complain, in no case! I can’t complain, I just don’t know how. Not for this I was born ..
The door to the pavilion with a creak opened and the heavily breathing and disheveled Maxim ran inside. He stood for a moment, looking around the room, then smoothed his hair with his hand and moved to the director.
– Boris Genadievich, I ask me to excuse me! – exclaimed Maxim, approaching the director’s chair – damn traffic jams! There are already no strength. There are two thousand forty -third years in the yard, and the roads cannot be released in any way!
“I’m afraid that no technological progress will help here,” the director said sadly, shaking Maxim’s hand – go to the make -up artist, put yourself in order, and we will start.
Maxim stepped up and strode towards a small room, where he was already waiting for a detachment of make -up artists with buckets of plaster to make it. Passing by, he winked at me and said:
– Good morning, eighth! How slept?
He was always amused by this joke. Ask the statist how he slept and watch how he finds it difficult to answer. Fortunately, this is not the first time I answer such a question.
– All the same, Max: I just can’t close my eyes.
The actor burst out laughing in his voice and went away. It is a pity that I was not invented by such a witty answer – our technician Grisha taught. He never liked how Maxim was mocking the statists like me, but he could not do anything about it and decided to at least teach each of us to answer such questions correctly, instead of stupidly staring at people, unable to understand what a dream is.
As I said, Maxim and I are too different to make friends. He can sleep and see dreams, but I don’t. His body is a living fabric, and mine is polymers and electronic wires. He is able to dream and fantasize, and I am limited by mean reality. He is a man, and I … a statist. Number eight, as written in the documents.
Everything became much easier when we appeared. Of course, at first many of my brothers began to replace people in factories, factories and other places where heavy labor was required. But then people realized that we can be used for other purposes. So we were born, statists.
In every film, in every story there are those who should do something ordinary, monotonous and boring. Someone should follow the street with the main character, someone must clog the background with his activity while the main action takes place on the front. And someone should die ..
We are not allowed to play the main villains – this is too difficult work for the statist. We play the minions – those who die at the hands of a hero or villain, those who are forgotten as soon as they disappear from the screens. We can be cut, blow, we can shoot at us, because we are artificial. In a couple of days, the whole batch will be restored in factories the same as us, and then fresh statists are used in other films, and so on, again and again.
Everything has become easier. For people.

Soon everything was ready and the director shouted triumphantly:
– So, we start! Light, camera, motor!
This was a simple scene: the main character bursts into the den that the famous bandit, where we are waiting for him – a bunch of minions sent to stop the offender. We all know our tasks. We shoot, but only to miss. We are jerking, but only to succumb to. We live only to die.
I must be the last. Maxim stands out with another statist with a well -aimed shot in the head. He turns to me, presses on the descent. Click, there are no cartridges. We are sitting closer, he looks directly into my eyes, knowing exactly what will happen now.
He tries to hit me in the temple, I intercept his hand. Ohs the handle, I evade, I spend a counterattack. Maxim staggers and wipes a drop of blood from the chin – while everything goes according to plan … I rush at him, but he is too fast. I stumble about the bandwidth he set and fall not the ground exactly where I need. I hear Maxim gets a knife and approaches me. Slowly. Too slowly.
I turn over sharply and knock him down. He did not expect this. Nobody expected this. I did not expect this … I grab a knife that fell to the ground, and jump on Maxim, pressing it to the cold concrete of the site. I put the knife to his throat, look into his frightened, glazed eyes. He does not understand why I do this, and the answer is simple. The longer I lived, the closer came to the realization of a simple and obvious truth. To the truth that no one will understand ..
– Filted! – the director shouted, jumping from his chair. A universal team, to stop working statists, triggers like a clock, and I let go of Maxim, put a knife and get up, clinging my eyes to Boris Genadievich in anticipation of the team.
– What the hell, Gregory! – the actor exclaimed indignantly. – Your bucket almost stab me!
Grisha’s technician calmly came up to me and looked into my eyes.
– Perhaps the failure of the behavior program. He could accidentally switch to another film – he suggested.
“Or maybe he was just shorting or the guarantee ended,” the director said displeasedly, approaching closer to me. – In any case, you have to change it.
Technician Grisha looked at me incredulously, then he ran a hand over my nape, where the chip of behavior is located. He was about to pull him out and turn off me, as I decided to give a voice:
– With the chip of behavior, everything is in order, Gregory.
He was surprised. Not often statists turn to people without a preliminary request. Nevertheless, the technician still asked:
– Then why did you try to kill Maxim, the eighth?
– I … I don’t want to die anymore.
Later, such cases will only increase. In different cities and countries, statists will begin to protect their lives, even if it is difficult to call life, rather the existence. People will write this off the consequences of a frequent change in behavior of the same statist that will develop an idea of ​​the value of his own person and, as a result, the desire to live. We will be changed more often, they will be completely cleaned in memory. For them it will be another failure in the work of an obedient machine.
And for us? Hope? Curse? Future.

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It seemed to me that this should be unexpectedly and quickly)) In the context of the story, it can be judged that the changes gradually went to this very point in time) at least I think so)

A good story, but I https://deespincasino.co.uk/ am not very clear why the eighth (or what to call it?) was able to reflect (not so deep thoughts, but still), to realize their existence, to envy people (in some way)? Purely technically, such robots would be more difficult to create. I do not think that for the work of the same statist it is necessary to go beyond the limits of simple orders.

In every film, in every story there are those who should do something ordinary, monotonous and boring. Someone should follow the street with the main character, someone must clog the background with his activity while the main action takes place on the front. And someone should die ..

Why give the ability to think? This could not happen by chance.
Or maybe this I just did not understand something, but in any case, for me the story is quite suitable.

Well, on the one hand, writing on behalf of the robot is still a job, whether you see its thinking itself should be limited until the “failure”, since he can think within the framework of a certain surge and algorithms, and after a “failure” he can already think as much as other living things. Well, this is like my version ..

Well written, always glad when someone dilutes blogs with something creative. But a turn with the fact that he begins to cease to obey a little sharp. It is a little not clear why he immediately stopped acting by order, here we could show the struggle between the “personality” and the “program” of the robot or something ..

In principle, the story is not bad. But it terribly reminds some kind of story addictShekeli. If anyone knows can sit.