...”Tell me you love me” I demanded.
It looked at me, cocked it’s head to one side, and shook it’s head.
“I order you to love me!” I shouted.
It looked at me, a slight smile playing on its tin lips.
I sighed, scuffed my shoes on the legs of the hard chair I was sitting on. I had created it to love me. I had created it to feel human emotions. I had created it to express its need for human contact, but it felt nothing. It needed noting. It loved no-one.
I was alone, with a tin robot, staring at me...and nobody to love...
How could I force it to feel? I had programmed it to feel some kind of emotions, but the only thing it was attracted to was my kettle. As it slid across the room, towards the kettle, I lunged in front of it. Picking up the kettle with one hand, and caressing the robot with the other, I smashed the kettle to the floor.
However, I forgot about my new invention, where particles of everything in the room were intertwined with each other. This meant that, as soon as the kettle smashed, the pieces slowly slithered towards each other. The kettle stood, as if new, before the robot. A love triangle was formed. Myself- yearning after the robot, the robot- gliding towards the kettle, and the kettle- piecing itself back together.
It looked at me, cocked it’s head to one side, and shook it’s head.
“I order you to love me!” I shouted.
It looked at me, a slight smile playing on its tin lips.
I sighed, scuffed my shoes on the legs of the hard chair I was sitting on. I had created it to love me. I had created it to feel human emotions. I had created it to express its need for human contact, but it felt nothing. It needed noting. It loved no-one.
I was alone, with a tin robot, staring at me...and nobody to love...
How could I force it to feel? I had programmed it to feel some kind of emotions, but the only thing it was attracted to was my kettle. As it slid across the room, towards the kettle, I lunged in front of it. Picking up the kettle with one hand, and caressing the robot with the other, I smashed the kettle to the floor.
However, I forgot about my new invention, where particles of everything in the room were intertwined with each other. This meant that, as soon as the kettle smashed, the pieces slowly slithered towards each other. The kettle stood, as if new, before the robot. A love triangle was formed. Myself- yearning after the robot, the robot- gliding towards the kettle, and the kettle- piecing itself back together.
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