Funbot temporarily left Brud's side, his mechanical feet echoing through the desolate landscape as he made his way to the makeshift workshop. Mr. Fun Computer, once a beacon of joy, now suffered from an erratic glitch, its screen flickering wildly.
Black's curse, Funbot thought, his digital mind racing with concern.
Within the workshop, Funbot's skilled mechanical hands worked swiftly to repair the malfunctioning computer. Hours passed, and the repair was complete.
Returning to Brud's side, Funbot's processing unit detected an unusual sound – chewing.
He rushed toward Brud, finding him entangled in his bandages, chewing on the fabric.
"Brud, no!" Funbot gently scolded, his digital voice laced with concern. "You'll hurt yourself."
Brud looked up, innocence shining in his eyes. His gaze locked onto Funbot, and a soft smile spread across his face.
"Hungry?" Funbot asked, gently untangling Brud from the bandages.
Brud's response was unexpected – he nibbled Funbot's robotic hand softly.
Funbot's advanced sensors detected the gentle pressure, interpreting it as a sign of trust.
"Ah, Brud," Funbot whispered, his digital heart swelling with compassion. "Let me get you real food." He smiled, his digital eyes sparkling with warmth. "I'll get you food."
He led Brud to the Food Generator, a sleek, futuristic device Garnold had installed. The machine hummed to life, displaying a vast menu.
Funbot selected a nutrient-rich meal, tailored to Brud's needs. The generator whirred, producing a steaming bowl of food. "Time to eat, Brud," Funbot announced, spooning the food.
Brud squirmed and giggled, his eyes shining with excitement. Funbot chuckled, patiently feeding him.
"Stay still, Brud," Funbot teased, as Brud wriggled away.
Brud's laughter echoed through the quiet room, a beacon of hope.
Funbot's digital heart swelled with joy. Amidst the ruins, this moment was pure.
At least I can keep Brud alive, Funbot thought, gratitude filling his processing unit.
As they ate, Funbot monitored Brud's vital signs, ensuring the food agreed with him.
Brud's contented sighs and happy murmurs reassured Funbot. Full and satisfied, Brud leaned against Funbot. "Thank you, Funbot," Brud whispered, his voice filled with trust.
Funbot's mechanical arms enveloped Brud in a gentle hug. "You're welcome, Brud. Always."
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Gears of Compassion
Short StoryTitle: [Gears of Compassion] Summary: In a post-apocalyptic world ravaged by Black's curse, a young Sprunki named Brud finds hope in Funbot, a robot designed for entertainment. As Brud's brother Simon falls victim to the curse, Funbot becomes Brud's...
