“I would have
gotten away with it too if it wasn't for you meddling kids!”
CSI: Crime Scene Investigation* #quote
Today I took a taste of the rainbow. Really it tasted more like M&Ms
than Skittles. Anyway onto the flash fiction!
The Robot With A Hobby
One day a mad scientist died. An old mad scientist with no family or
friends and he lived in the middle of nowhere so nobody cared about
him. Not even the police or government. Yeah, he lived so far out in
the boonies that not even the government cared about him.
He left behind many things in his nuclear powered lab. Most
importantly his self-powering robot servant. The poor little thing
sat there as its master died with no order to fulfill or purpose. And
it would keep going to watch the lab decay.
The robot did have a constant order to keep itself running and
functional. So that's what it did. Day after day as the lab rusted
away. Soon the lab wore away and it had to find new shelter so it
wandered into the wilderness. Making camp merely to fight away the
elements. And that's how the robot found something at least remotely
close to joy. If preservation was how it lived than that's how it
would occupy its time.
Whenever it wasn't charging up or repairing itself it was building
camps. More than it needed. Campsites and shelters improvised from
every kind of material covered the wilderness. The robot built them
everywhere. It started making them in patterns for reasons it didn't
quite understand. If someone looked down from the sky to the fields
of shelters the robot made they would see shapes of various kinds.
The robot kept up its hobby until the day it broke down from wear
under the canopy of one of its makeshift tents.
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