Little Robot iii

September 1, 2009

On the way to the subway station I realized how beat up the little guy was.
His antenna was crooked and his joints would squeak, he was flaky with rust and his dim eyes would flicker on and off.

But his mind seemed as sharp as could be.

“Three dollars and twenty-two cents” he said in the quiet, careful voice of a shy child.

I had just pulled out a pocketful of change at the ticket kiosk and was amazed. Not only by the immediate prowess of the little robot’s mind, but by the fact that up until that moment, he hadn’t said a word.

As I was buying my ticket, he spoke up again.

“Can you buy a ticket for me, too?”

“But you are a robot. Robots do not need tickets to ride the train. Only humans do.”

“Please?”

I could not resist when he looked up at me with those big glass eyes.

*

At North Hollywood Station, I departed from my friends and said my goodbyes, and my little robot and I climbed into my father’s van, where my father apprehensively asked who the kid in the costume was.

“He is my robot. I found him at a thrift store.”

“Why does he look so sad?”

My little robot only stared blankly at the window, at his own reflection cast in the glass over the amassing clouds and the first raindrops
of spring.

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Little Robot ii

August 18, 2009

I found him at a second-hand store in Little Tokyo. I noticed him because he was the only thing in the toy section that looked up at me as I passed.

“Er… hello there…? ”

He said nothing. He only glared at me with his large LED eyes

“Have you lost your mother?” I said, thinking it was a small child in an elaborate but poorly-executed costume.

His big, squarish head went limp, and his eyes fell to the floor.

“You can’t lose what you never had”

I was very confused.

*

“I think you’ve got a lost kid in the back of the store” I told a clerk.

“No, no – that’s just a sad old robot.” He leaned in, “We just try to ignore him. He tends to bring the customers down.”

I turned around and saw his eyes peeking from behind a shelf of old National Geographic magazines.

“How much?” I asked.

“Heck, I’ll just give ‘im to you. I don’t even know how long he’s been sitting back there.”

I turned around and there he was, looking up at me in silence.

“Would you like to come home with me?”

He only nodded.

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June 16, 2009

At first, no one could figure out what made him so unhappy. He had been fine until that day, until the day a frown first appeared on his face and his metal skin lost it’s shine and his LED eyes shown a bit dimmer.

The robot’s owner checked his circuts – they were working fine – and scanned his files – they were fine as well.

The robot’s owner gave him the latest upgrades and all the newst parts.

But the frown on the little robot’s face would not fade…

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