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Monday, August 19, 2013

Today's #flashfiction #TheRobotWithAHobby

“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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