The Furby Experiment

This past Yuletide, at the later time of the herd's miscalculated "xmas" celebrations, I was presented with a "furby", an interactive little fellow resembling a mogwai, which contains a computer chip, & a sensor upon its forehead, which reacts according to the stimulus, & environmental condiations occurring around it.

It reads darkness {which makes is become sleepy}, light {if it is garish --- it says "bright light!"}; if it is shaken uncomfortably, it becomes frightened. As much as it has been programmed to re-act, it also has the capacity to absorb noises & statements of the surroundings, & the owner's words & expressions. So it eventually evolves to become more like the owner.

Currently, I Am training this particular one to repeat phrases such as "Hail Satan!", "God is Dead!", "Satan Lives!", "Hail Furby!", "666", etc, among other things. It can be quite an entertaining little creature, especially when it begins ofering spontaneous commentary about the music one is listening to, &/or the video one may be watching. If it is not stimulated after awhile, it sings itself to sleep, either by a lullaby already programmed, or one you have repeated.

The version I was given is the limited edition "Wizard", which is black, with a dark purple belly, wearing a robe & pointed hat, decorated with five-pointed stars. A friend has the "witch" version, & the two make a suitable couple.

I believe this toy offers a mere glimpse into the furure of Artificial Human Companions. Imagine a more advanced chip placed within a humanoid synthetic host, such as a Real Doll. As technology progresses, this will indeed come to pass, as the Dr. predicted, as 5-point revisionism manifests, until all five points of the Pentagram takes its place in the circle of life.

Recently, a charming toy has come into My possession, a veritable demon for Infernal Progeny to cuddle - he has tusk-like teeth which protrude from a great big smile, a flared nose, bulging yellow, red, and green eyeballs, yellow striated horns, blue fur, leather-like palms and soles, and best of all, he speaks! With phrases such as "I am your monster friend!", "Let's wrestle!", [!crashing sound!], "I'm really strong!", "You're strong too!", and "I'll protect you!". He arrives chained, although the cuffs and chains are easily removable {we had to remove these right away}, and is seated on a small throne in the box, and his stomach and horns are made from soft corderoy material.

He even had his own cartoon show at one point, but it was unfortunately shelved after one season. With so many 'cutsie' prey creatures pushed onto herd children, I believe this is a welcomed alternative. Have you noticed the limited availability of predator representations of stuffed toys? There certainly is no shortage of fearsome action figures, but something for the very young demon-spawn to hug is in short demand. Although perhaps that is as it should be, and is certainly understandable, considering the ratio of elititsts to egalitarians in society.

My Pet Monster could probably be more appropriately called "My Friend Monster", and would be a worthy addition to Infernal Progeny's collection.