a tree for growing robots

this story is not concerned with the placement of objects within the lengthy arcana of kindness, the examination of profound and youthful futility or mundane glimpses into the revisionist nature of electronic media.
it's about what happens in another universe.
someone said they sent three of their avatars out into the wide world. his highness did not expect conquest, so much as an enumeration of the grand principles captured so eloquently in the mirrors and typefaces which had been carefully embedded on previous expeditions. please note that it was at first startling, but subsequently amusing, to watch the clumsy buckets of flesh dance by the fire. that is a digression, though an important one.
one of the arhats had learned cruelty by being forced to stand in a forest of chairs. the second image of what was previously considered lordly demonstrated patience and ate many sandwiches, while the third practiced a mild sort of decency upon small animals which smelled of mosquito repellent.
back at the castle, which floated in the sky like a chicken on its way to heaven, there was more than a little concern that such free-ranging activities might have a negative effect on those who remained.
call out the wizards said the prime minister.