Little Robot

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: 'The Odd Ones'
Based off the song Sad Machine. She waits for someone who will wake her. Not that she can't take care of herself! It's just...nice to have the company.

Submitted: March 06, 2016

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> Anyone else this time?

> Oh.

> Well...

She sat in her little black prison, looking out into the world she lived in. She reached out, tried to touch the pixals of the grass, the illusion of the sky. All she found was air.

> Can I ask a question?

She turned her head slightly to the player, her electric, glass eyes looking into theirs.

> Why is it that you always survive?

> Despite everything, you're still alive. 

> Why is that?

A slightly wistful look came onto the player's face.

"You depend on me. I depend on you. It is the least I can do to live and see you before doing it again."

Her metallic laugh rang through her little black prison.

> I don't know your feelings.

> I can't guess.

> But...you love me, yes?

The player tilted their head to one side.

"I love you like a sibling would. I love you like a little kid loves their imaginary friend. I love you like a dolphin loves the sea."

> Is that a good type of love?

"It is the only type I can offer."

> I believe it.

> One more question.

> Do I love you?

The player looked wistful.

"Perhaps. I thought a robot could not love, but perhaps with you...tell me, do you laugh when you think of me?"

> I do.

"Do you smile when you hear my voice?"

> I do.

"Do you enjoy seeing my face?"

> Yes, I do.

"Then you love me. You love me as much as I love you."

> And is that good?

"It is enough. It is enough."


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