He stared down at the small object. It wasn’t a complex thing, a tin with four wheels, a blue sensor on the front and flaking paint on the edges. Butterfingers took a step backwards, and it tottered after, hitting his big toe with a loud ‘whirr’ing screech that made him feel just a little more loved. The android had a dull smile on his face before turning around and walking off, to clean up the wires and to save the coding, leaving the little robot to follow after every step.
Posted on: Sun, 23 Jun 2013 05:53:37 +0000
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