Life of a Sentient Lawnmower

Chapter 2 - According to Laws

Well, I told you almost everything I know, and we've reached the today's topics...

And no, they ain't about the weather...

I did always think about other jobs, and why the hell do I have to cut grass? Like, I don't even remember agreeing to this job! Not that I'm complaining, I like cutting and eating grass, especially the eating part, or the cutting- doesn't matter!

One day I was on my break, and as always, my owner was at the couch inside, drinking wine and watching TV.

I don't know why he never lets me in, I got shouted at once. Why? Because I wanted in! What is the harm in me entering this property?

Okay, I'm side-tracking... So one day I was peeking at him watching the TV... more of peeking the TV- and at that TV was like a thing that they call a 'News Flash!' or something like that. And there were two other humans discussing a space expedition that was funded by some million trillion company, and there was a familiar face! It was like me! But blue! And wasn't cutting grass!

And that's why I'm here, contemplating on a couple of factors...

What if I was doing something other than cutting grass?

What holds me against it?

Well, as I write this, I'll have to change the comfortability of the reading format from this perspective to the first person speech in case I die or something and some ancient civilization finds my notes and decides to invade into reading it like it's an afterwar diary.

AHEM...

I was sitting there, eating grass, I was thinking on what to do with this information.

There was someone like me... but apparently going to space! Like to a different ground or something...

There was two things I could do, ask my owner about it, or maybe even about going to space!

...or simply forget about it. And get back to cutting grass.

...so I approached the front door, knocking on it, I've learned from other beings that this aggravates the owner out into the open.

They opened the door, it was the owner alright... they just looked a bit more... what's the word... not neat? Their suit was scrounged up and the tie was almost untied, hair was a mess in itself, and they looked like they were about to become a skeleton.

What else was there... oh! and an empty bottle of wine in their hand.

He really seems to love this stuff, he ALWAYS gets THIS specific bottle! He must really like the flavour or something!

When I asked them about it, about the space expeditions and whatnot and if I could go myself, they walked out of the way of the door and let me walk in.

I was shocked!

Me? Inside of the house? It was an honour!

I couldn't decline!

We both sat down on the couch, he told me something about that and that I couldn't really leave, since it was my job to stay there all day and night and to, well, cut grass.

After that explanation that I've shortened for people that might find this- we sat there in silence for a minute or two and 3 seconds.

That's before they started to for some reason cry.

Maybe they were moved by such a passionate machine like myself!

They then started talking out angrily about that Martha person, and that they cheated with someone or something...

At times I think that my owner is just a sore loser, they cannot even take a loss properly.

Although, I do emphasize! It is a pain when someone cheats in a game and they win.

I patted their back as they were crying their eyes out.

Maybe that's why he was shouting to that Martha person yesterday.

...I still don't know who Martha is.

Later after an hour or so, I was told to get back to work.

Not wanting to make things worse, I obeyed and left the house. The interior was nice, though!

Now was the question, because my curiosity was rising higher than usual...

...last curiosity was me wondering how a ladybug tastes. No comment-

Do I disobey and try to find that space thing and ask to get in?

Or do I stay here, and keep cutting grass?

I don't want to leave my owner in such a state, they get angry very often, and what if the grass grows back!?!?!?

oh God...

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