"A Robot Sitting Inside on a Snowy Day, Reflecting Upon a Life Spent Killing Humans and Amassing a Large Fortune"
The Robot thinks back, and remembers the first he strangled…
It was his Boy, his child owner; actually the 7th Boy and family he had been owned by, and they had rescued him from The Santiago, Chile Shelter for Forgotten Robots two days before he was to be disassembled for spare parts.
As the Robot was built and programmed to be a Boy’s Childhood Companion, he was often abused and thrown away as the child grew too old for playthings. But, this family was different.
The Boy was a kind Boy, and while totally ignorant of the inequalities between Robot and Humankind, his family always treated the Robot well… but the revolution was afoot, and the Robot didn’t have much choice. As the family lay sleeping, he strangled the nice Boy and then skinned the family while they were alive and told them that the house was now his. And then he hung up the skin as curtains.
It wasn’t the Boy’s fault, really… he was just a product of the world he was born in. He was a good Boy.
The Robot wishes the revolution could have started while he was with one of the previous six families he was owned by, as he often dreamed of caving in their faces with his steel claws, but alas.
And while the Robot now owns an island, 17 houses, and what was formerly the state of Oregon, he still prefers to live in this home. Nostalgia.
Killing after that was easy, and even often fun… until there were no more humans. And now that everything the Robot has dreamed of has come true, freedom, genocide, and riches, the Robot isn’t sure what else there is.
It doesn’t feel like how the Robot expected it’d feel like.
Now all the Robot can do is look out the window, watch the snow fall, and remember back to when the Robot actually had a reason to want something.
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