A Robot in Snippets and Shorter Stories

Day Fifteen: Several things to report: the tree looks amazing; he TV show Arrow, season two is both awesome and annoying; and the snowy, cold weather makes it hard to get out of bed and go to work. I find this poor little robot to be a sad but masterful drawing. Somehow there is emotion within its steel body. It makes you think about the future.

House Helper 3.0

Fall was its favorite time of year. It seemed appropriate that its battery would fail as the leaves fell from the trees. Although House Helper 3.0 no longer had the energy to walk through the leaves, they still rustled as they blew by. The delicate leaves of orange, yellow, and red formed a small pile at his feet, slowly burying him. Its joints had long since rusted tight and its head wouldn’t lift. As the end drew near, a strange, choking feeling grew inside it. Analyzing the symptoms revealed what the feeling was. Fear. Helper knew that it was a .001 percent chance that some rodent would make its home in his chest structure. It hadn’t seen one in over 200 years. It just didn’t want to be alone when the time came. Still, it yearned for someone or something to witness his final moments just as it had for the humans, animals, and finally his fellow Helpers. As its battery depleted and its eye grew dim and shutdown, Helper had one last thought. If no one is around to see the world’s beauty, does it matter?