I stayed in my room for 3 days, working on the robot. The basis of it was to be able to be a multi-purpose robot that was capable of helping out people in any way that it can. Noise permeated the air for those 3 days and I felt my stomach quitting on me but I persevered. I noticed that I missed an important component to the robot, the Power cell. How could I have forgotten that ? I cursed myself and sulked because I knew that I didn't have enough Krolle to purchase one. I sat staring at the ceiling when I saw a green hue shining in my eye from a crack in the attic
I grabbed a ladder and proceeded up the attic. Oh the attic.... How dirty and unsettled you are , my dear. I put on some goggles and swatted away the cobwebs as best I could with my lanky little excuses for hands. I approached the glowing oddity and I became overjoyed to see that it was a Power cell. Lady luck smiled upon me. I almost fell off the ladder with my clumsiness coupled with my newfound joy. I shut the door in my room and then proceeded to craft my creation.
The last day, I finally finished it. After all the blood, sweat and tears , I finally managed to build a robot that I was proud of and for the pièce de résistance, I added the Power cell. Suddenly, the robot I built whizzed and fumed and the Power cell was emanating green coloured energy from it. So much that it was leaking out from the bot. The machine turned off and then back on. Without hesitation, it jumped down and picked up a Mathematics workbook on the floor and started solving half of the book before saying that it was bored. Immediately, I fell on my feet and watched in shock and wondered," How is it sentient?". I looked back and remembered that Power cells aren't green. The robot stared at me ,with the eyes I installed, like a child watches its parent. It asked me what it's name was and I fell back.
I ran into the study hall and scrambled through ICT books and scrambled upon a computer term that piqued my childish mind, " String". Sweet but child-like and had the right kinda magic to it. I ran back into my room and saw that the robot disappeared.
Suddenly, I heard a screech from the living room. I ran down the stairs and saw mum holding the robot, coddling it like a child, her eyes all star-crossed at the sight of the robot. " He's a small bloke, isn't he Caleb?", she said. She asked me what the name was and I said...
STRING
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Code: Love
Short StoryThis is the beautiful story of one boy and his amazing creation that would change his outlook on life forever. Even machines can possess a heart.