Day Thirty Five

Day Thrity Five

HOF - Blood & Motor Oil

I wonder how I came to be the robot I have come to be? I am built of metal and wire and oil, but am I merely the sum of my parts, or will I ever grow to be know as more? Why am I different that any other being? Am I not worth a life? My moral fibre optics are in line with my human counterparts, and I can think, and dream, and be. If I dare to dream and aspire to be more, what could be more human than that? I protect my family as best I can, and even though it seems unfair to have a seemingly immortal constitution, I wonder still if it is more a curse, than the gift that humans believe it to be. I wonder a lot of my day away. Wondering and waiting.