Jessika Downes-Gössl

If anyone was watching, they would notice that the light behind Mem AA's eyes is shining a little brighter. The street is quiet once more. All is as it should be. But wait... Because, trailing far behind its comrades, here is MEM-RE finally making its scheduled appearance. This robot does not roll forward in straight lines. It wanders and strays everywhere.

If anyone was watching, they would notice that the light behind Mem AA's eyes is shining a little brighter. The street is quiet once more. All is as it should be. But wait... Because, trailing far behind its comrades, here is MEM-RE finally making its scheduled appearance. This robot does not roll forward in straight lines. It wanders and strays everywhere.

like it is not quite sure which direction it should go. And its eyes roam freely, too, taking in everything around it. Suddenly, Mem-RE stops in the middle of Wisteria Avenue. It looks up at the sky. Who can say what has caught the little robot's attention this time? Perhaps there is a short circuit in its wiring. If only it were possible to say for sure whether robots are capable of dreaming.

like it is not quite sure which direction it should go. And its eyes roam freely, too, taking in everything around it. Suddenly, Mem-RE stops in the middle of Wisteria Avenue. It looks up at the sky. Who can say what has caught the little robot's attention this time? Perhaps there is a short circuit in its wiring. If only it were possible to say for sure whether robots are capable of dreaming.

like it is not quite sure which direction it should go. And its eyes roam freely, too, taking in everything around it. Suddenly, Mem-RE stops in the middle of Wisteria Avenue. It looks up at the sky. Who can say what has caught the little robot's attention this time? Perhaps there is a short circuit in its wiring. If only it were possible to say for sure whether robots are capable of dreaming.

Mem-RE certainly gives off the appearance of a dreamer. Eventually, Mem-RE gets moving again. It rolls up to the door of Number 9, a little yellow house in the middle of Wisteria Avenue. The door stays stubbornly shut for a while, as if it doesn't want to let the membot in. But, eventually, it swings open wide. MemRE rolls into an invitingly warm hallway.

Mem-RE certainly gives off the appearance of a dreamer. Eventually, Mem-RE gets moving again. It rolls up to the door of Number 9, a little yellow house in the middle of Wisteria Avenue. The door stays stubbornly shut for a while, as if it doesn't want to let the membot in. But, eventually, it swings open wide. MemRE rolls into an invitingly warm hallway.

Mem-RE certainly gives off the appearance of a dreamer. Eventually, Mem-RE gets moving again. It rolls up to the door of Number 9, a little yellow house in the middle of Wisteria Avenue. The door stays stubbornly shut for a while, as if it doesn't want to let the membot in. But, eventually, it swings open wide. MemRE rolls into an invitingly warm hallway.

It takes some time to stare at a picture on the wall of a crashing blue and white wave. It zooms in to take in all the fine details of the artist's brushstrokes, with many more distractions and delays along the way. Mem Re eventually bumps up the stairs and finds Keiko's room. Keiko is twenty. If Mem Re had arrived when it was supposed to, one hour ago, Keiko would have still been nineteen.

It takes some time to stare at a picture on the wall of a crashing blue and white wave. It zooms in to take in all the fine details of the artist's brushstrokes, with many more distractions and delays along the way. Mem Re eventually bumps up the stairs and finds Keiko's room. Keiko is twenty. If Mem Re had arrived when it was supposed to, one hour ago, Keiko would have still been nineteen.

It takes some time to stare at a picture on the wall of a crashing blue and white wave. It zooms in to take in all the fine details of the artist's brushstrokes, with many more distractions and delays along the way. Mem Re eventually bumps up the stairs and finds Keiko's room. Keiko is twenty. If Mem Re had arrived when it was supposed to, one hour ago, Keiko would have still been nineteen.

Keiko sits upright in bed when Mem Re enters. She wasn't sleeping. She was just pretending. Instead, she'd been nervously waiting for her Membot to show up. She'd hummed a lullaby to keep herself calm, even when she heard the clock strike midnight. And she began to think that there was no Membot coming for her that night. Keiko reads Mem R.E. 's name painted on its back.

Keiko sits upright in bed when Mem Re enters. She wasn't sleeping. She was just pretending. Instead, she'd been nervously waiting for her Membot to show up. She'd hummed a lullaby to keep herself calm, even when she heard the clock strike midnight. And she began to think that there was no Membot coming for her that night. Keiko reads Mem R.E. 's name painted on its back.

Keiko sits upright in bed when Mem Re enters. She wasn't sleeping. She was just pretending. Instead, she'd been nervously waiting for her Membot to show up. She'd hummed a lullaby to keep herself calm, even when she heard the clock strike midnight. And she began to think that there was no Membot coming for her that night. Keiko reads Mem R.E. 's name painted on its back.

She feels like she should bow to it, to show respect for the service it is about to perform for her. But MEM-RE is a robot, not a person. It is nothing more than a machine, as its name implies, MEM. Memory Extraction Machine MemRE is here to take Keiko's favorite childhood memory. Then, when the ritual is complete, Keiko will officially be an adult.

She feels like she should bow to it, to show respect for the service it is about to perform for her. But MEM-RE is a robot, not a person. It is nothing more than a machine, as its name implies, MEM. Memory Extraction Machine MemRE is here to take Keiko's favorite childhood memory. Then, when the ritual is complete, Keiko will officially be an adult.

She feels like she should bow to it, to show respect for the service it is about to perform for her. But MEM-RE is a robot, not a person. It is nothing more than a machine, as its name implies, MEM. Memory Extraction Machine MemRE is here to take Keiko's favorite childhood memory. Then, when the ritual is complete, Keiko will officially be an adult.

she can stop attending the town school and start her chosen career. Everyone gets a visit from a Membot the night before their birthday. They come at different ages, sometimes on the 13th, sometimes on the 18th, At 20, Keiko had been starting to worry that she might never get to become an adult. But now Mem Re is here, better late than never.

she can stop attending the town school and start her chosen career. Everyone gets a visit from a Membot the night before their birthday. They come at different ages, sometimes on the 13th, sometimes on the 18th, At 20, Keiko had been starting to worry that she might never get to become an adult. But now Mem Re is here, better late than never.

she can stop attending the town school and start her chosen career. Everyone gets a visit from a Membot the night before their birthday. They come at different ages, sometimes on the 13th, sometimes on the 18th, At 20, Keiko had been starting to worry that she might never get to become an adult. But now Mem Re is here, better late than never.