Scrapbot

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A scrapbot stuck in a corner of an almost empty room unable to move. A little girl enters its world and starts to repair it.

Submitted: March 27, 2016

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She is giving me a smile this morning as well. I wish I could smile back. She has given me so much joy ever since she entered this room which is full of dust and old scrap metal. I was sitting here in the same corner, sitting up at the same wall, looking out the same window with the same grim view.

When she entered the door and looked at me, she smiled. I wish I could smile back. But I am unable to move. None the less, she keeps attaching parts to my body everyday. I think she is trying to repair me, hoping I would one day be able to move, I hope for the same thing. But days go by, and I am still sitting here, still unable to move.

Sometimes there are shadows at the window, it looks like other people such as her. But she looks scared, huddling up into the corner opposite of mine. I wish I could hug her and comfort her. One day when there was nearly no scrap metal left. She looked afraid of exiting the door which she once entered. I was afraid that she had given up and would leave me. But she didn’t. She came back with a bunch of scrap and smiled just as wide as the first time she saw me. It made me happy, and sad. I was so happy that she came back to me, and for the same reason I was sad. Because she could be happy being with people like her, who can smile at her, comfort her and cry with her. I cannot. However she continued to put parts onto my body.

One morning, she was leaning up closely to me, putting in part. I started feeling something different. My right arm started shaking ever so slightly. She looked straight into my eyes with a cheerful smile. I started hearing something, I heard 4 silent words. “Please be my friend” she said ever so softly with a silent yet warm voice. I was not able to respond. But I was able to move my right arm. I reached slowly out to her. She did not reach back. I wanted to cry. But I couldn’t.

She lies on the floor, calm, cold, pale, not making a sound, not making a movement. The warmth, the light she ones emitted, I see it no more. As I try to stand up, I fall to the ground shakingly. I lie there next to her. Still with a smile on her face, her 4 last words echoes in my mind. The thought of lying there until my body falls apart comes to mind. She worked tirelessly for me, I cannot let that go to waste. I stand up fully for the first time. Imitating her movement, I try to move. No luck. My body once more collides with the hard dusty floor. It continued like that for the rest of the day. The next morning, the sunlight from the window forcefully trying to blind me, I rise up again. Committed, energetic, ready for battle, I take my first step without falling. stand still, keep balance, I take my second step. Joyful on the inside, I look with hope back at the girl for a response of encouragement. She still lies there, same expression. My joyful moment disappeared. I felt as if something was eating away inside my chest. I stood still for some time, trying to calm down my emotions.

The balance for each step improved over time, now able to walk safely without falling I explore the room which I have stared at from the sides for so long.
Pills... There are pill containers scattered around Her corner. Not able to understand the text, I leave them there. Looking back at her, she seems distant. Looking around the room to see if there were more I was unaware of. But all there is is dust and scraps. And Her. Her calm body was slowly turning into something. Something unrecognizable.

I move over to Her, slowly, I reach down to her hand, grasping it with what strength I have. I wish to say goodbye. I cannot.
Leaving her there without a word. My steps towards the door was heavy, each step representing my feelings. Fearing what to come, I brace it, with one last look at Her I step out from the room. The dusty, gloomy, dark, scary, warm, happy, emotional and memorable room I have observed for so long. I stepped outside and was struck by engulfing darkness and rain pouring over my metallic body. I hear loud noises swarming from every direction. I follow the small light particles I see to the side, hoping it would lead me out of this deafening noise and blinding darkness. The noise only became louder, but I was finally able to see. All of a sudden I understood why she looked scared when ever she had to leave. Large machines faster than I am able to turn my head. People like her, just taller and colder, swarming around the road. I fell over, tripping over my own feet. No one notices, everyone follows the stream and pays no attention to everything else. I felt like crying, but I couldn’t.

In the distance I notice a paper on a wooden poll nearly untouched by the pouring rain. I slowly closes the distance, trying not to be crushed by legs taller than I. With speed, strategy and a bit of luck I manage to get up close with no damages done to my body. On the paper.. I see.. Her. A picture of Her. It was a little difficult to spot, she did not have the same warmth on the picture. She looked like the swarm of people. No smile. Unable to understand the text, I memories a collection of symbols near the end, which looked similar to other symbols I spotted around the road.

 


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