Our robot mascot Djedi has been making cameo appearances in various disguises on our blog, at conferences and in emails. He is a champion of Gliffy company values and we felt it was high time we gave him his own starring role. Without further ado, we'd like to invite you to read the first in a series of Djedi stories:
Djedi opened his eyes.
“How long have I been asleep? Where am I?” he wondered. His normally sharp mind was full of static. He blinked and took in his surroundings. All around him was sand, much like his native Egypt, but unlike home, it was damp and a dense mist hung in the air. Djedi could only see a few feet in front of him. He shivered, shook his head and blinked. Suddenly, he was aware of someone hovering.
Djedi was a master communicator. He spoke the language of birds, beasts, the sun and the rain. What’s more, he had learned to communicate using pictures. Being of a generous nature, Djedi had shared his knowledge with his people by inventing that most mystical and transformative of symbols-the hieroglyph. The presence Djedi now felt was neither beast nor bird. It was large, damp and bashful.
“Ahem…” the presence cleared its throat.
“Excuse me… “ It cleared its throat once more. “Can you perchance hear me?” Its voice dwindled to a whisper.
“I can.” Replied Djedi.
“Wow, really! Are you kidding me? That’s great!” The presence forgot its shyness. “I can’t remember the last time I had a conversation with someone other than me! This is really great! I can’t believe it! They call me Karl around here. Not sure how that started, my name's actually Jebidiah, but just call me Karl since everyone else does. Oh, but I’m forgetting my manners. Enough about me, what’s your name?”
“It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Karl Jebidiah. My name is Djedi.”
“Djedi, it’s great to meet you! Are you new here? You look a little lost. I’d be happy to show you around if you don’t mind dealing with a little… lack of clarity.” At this Karl let out a giggle and turned pink.
“Well yes, I am new. Here. I believe. Actually I am not sure. I am a bit out of my element. I just awoke after what feels like millennia and I cannot say I know where I am…where am I? What is the date?”
“Don’t worry buddy, we all have those days. I of all people understand what it’s like to be a bit er… foggy.” Karl let out another giggle. “You’re in San Francisco, which is in California, which is in the United States. It’s September and in case you’re really lost, the year is 2015.” Djedi shook his head trying to clear it. This information didn't make much sense. But the fog, not wanting his first conversation in years to come to an abrupt halt kept going.
“Hey, mind if I ask you a personal question? Were you built by that Lucas guy? Or… maybe you escaped from Pixar? If so, don’t worry, your secret is safe with me. I can hang around and be your cover! It’d be so great to actually feel useful for a change and not have everyone complaining about me hanging around!”
Djedi’s mind was abuzz. All he wanted was some quiet time to straighten his thoughts, but he did not want to be rude.
“I am afraid I have no acquaintance with any Lucasguy. Nor am I familiar with Pixaaare. I was brought into being by the god Ra." Karl looked put out.
“So you don’t need me hanging around?” The mist thickened and became leaden gray and even more moist.
“Oh no, dear Karl Jebidiah. You are a most valuable friend. I would be most grateful if you …‘hung around’ as you put it.” Karl beamed so bright he almost disappeared.
“Whoah! That never happened to me before. I guess I gotta be careful with this whole happiness thing. It seems to make me melt away! Djedi, I am happy…whoah, whoah, I mean foggy to be at your service! I’ll be your tour guide and your friend! Where should we go first?”
At this Djedi realized how ferociously hungry he was. He tried to stand up and for the first time looked down. What he saw made him feel drunk.
“Whoah there buddy, are you alright?” Asked Karl, suddenly concerned.
“What is this strange metal form? Have I looked like this the whole time?” Asked Djedi, alarmed.
“Strange form? You mean you haven’t always been a robot?”
“I have been many things in the natural world-bird, beast, even tree, but I have never had limbs and torso of metal…is that what you call ‘robot’?”
“Yeah, of course, that’s why I was asking earlier, never mind…can you stand? Are you able to er…glide on that wheel of yours?”
Djedi attempted to stand on his single wheel and promptly fell back into the sand. This new form would require some getting used to.
If you were a Baker beach regular and didn’t mind the fog, you might have witnessed an unusual scene. A little robot was slowly wobbling its way over the sand, waving its bendy arms like an ungainly bird, falling, getting back up and muttering what sounded like curses involving camels, armpits and flea infestations. What was even more strange, is if you let your eyes go out of focus it would have looked like the fog was helping. Every time the robot fell, the fog would knot itself into a dense mass and pick the robot back up. But this after all was San Francisco were nothing surprised you. So even if you were there, you would have put on your urban indifference hat and kept walking along.