Grumpy Kitten's Robot Feels

Robots love me..

Robots love me... Wait, maybe I love Robots.

As much as robots can love. Something about my pale awkward baby face sets off their simulated paternal instincts and they all bend over backwards to answer my questions. That sort of thing comes in handy with my job.

I knelt in front of the unmoving blue robot. As I was speculating, it sat on the floor in the middle of the living room. It was large and bulky, a few years old but in decent enough shape. Not one of those smooth, humanoid-looking models that have been flooding the market; it was more from the "Rock 'Em, Sock 'Em" design. Behind me, the family stood anxious, worried, huddled together.

"Can you fix him, doctor?" the wife asked. The soft expanse of skin beneath her chin shivered with concern. She hugged her young daughter close. The husband did the same to her.

"I'm not a doctor," I said absent-minded as I eyed my scanner.

"I beg your pardon?" the husband chimed in, brushing a loose strand of hair across his comb-over with his fingers.

"Hm?" I asked, coming out of my focus. "Oh. I'm not a doctor. Robots don't really have brains, so they don't need a psychiatrist or anything like..." I trailed off, before looking back to my work. "I'm a technician."

"Henry just sat down and stopped moving," the little girl said, sounding close to tears.

"We just had him in for maintenance and everything checked out," the wife added. "I don't understand it."

I nodded and made a little "hmm" sound, but I wasn't really listening. "Unit NX-6401, respond to my voice."

"Henry," the robot corrected me in a surprisingly human voice. It still hadn't moved, and the lights hadn't returned to its dim photo receptors.

"Okay, Henry," I continued. "Are you functioning correctly?"

It made a soft snorting noise. "If that's what you call this."

I sat cross-legged on the carpet in front of it. "Hey, now. What's that all about?" I put my hand on its shoulder. Henry's optic eye lights activated, but just barely. It didn't respond right away.

"The Johnsons across the street bought a new robot," it said finally.

"Yeah," the husband confirmed from behind me, "One of those new A-01 models."

"Go on," I said.

"I've seen it walking their kids to school and fixing their roof, and it's got those extendable arms and a hedge-clipper accessory, and..."

"And its making you feel not as special?" I asked in a soothing voice.

"The A-01s are so great," it said. "One of them would be so much more functional for this family. It would be better than I am."

"Henry, I'm going to tell you a secret about humans. It is a bit complicated, so promise me your head will not explode when I tell you."

It nodded, its eyes glowing brighter. I glanced back at the obese woman and her balding husband. Even their little girl wasn't too easy on the eyes.

"Henry," I said. "Humans build emotional attachments. And they don't always want what's shiny and new. They want what they love."

"They love me?" It asked, looking over my shoulder. It stood up, and after a moment, I followed.

"It isn't very logical, doctor." Henry's voice sounded happy.

I smiled. "I'm not a doctor."

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