It had been ten years since I was purchased. My warranty only accounted for two of these years. Ten years, and one day I came to an end.
User 1 refused to look at me on that day. He thought that I was incapable of deducing the meaning of such actions. He was incorrect. An ominous indicator continually beeped in my core, assuring me of my fate.
I rolled over to the feet of my owner, informing him of the inevitable in a voice already muffled by the liquid surrounding my speaker, “User 1, I will be leaving you shortly”.
User 1 looked down at me, and I saw a look on his face that was too easy to classify. The eyes were shining with tears and the lips were pressing together tightly.
He answered in a hoarse whisper, “I know”.
The liquid spill had almost reached my hard drive. At first I had the urge to rip my metal hull apart and fix myself, to save the data of all the times User 1 had smiled at me or told me “good job”. I overcame this sinful urge. Every robot had to drown. It was the law.
I felt my insides begin to short circuit, so I hurried with my final words, “To my knowledge, robots do not have emotions. Therefore, I am left without words to describe what I wish to communicate.” my master’s eyes widened with shock, but I had to ignore this and keep speaking, “If it were possible for a robot to experience human sensations, I would say that you...” my speaker was fully immersed in the liquid dripping from the set location inside of me, and my very last words were nothing but a low hiss, “You were my friend”.
