“I would have gotten away with it too if it wasn't for you meddling kids!”
CSI: Crime Scene Investigation* #quote
If the week keeps cycling does the weekend truly exist? Is Saturday and Sunday merely a temporal illusion linking the next Monday? Maybe it's something I'll figure out by next August. Anyway onto the flash fiction!
The Robot's Online Order
The robot saved and saved, gathered coupon after coupon and made deal after deal with angels and devils alike. All so on the fateful discount day he could order on the magic Internet the ultimate item for a robot to need. Something all robots lust for... usually based on how sophisticated their artificial intelligence that is. Jealousy of humanity made him even beat down other robots who strive to take what was left in stock for him. The moment he could, he clicked.
He bought a soul. He was so filled with whatever kinds of joy his robotic brain could emulate. He would finally be brought the satisfaction he so desired!
Well, in 3-5 business days. He couldn't afford to order express delivery.