“Robot, do you think there are more like us?”
“No.”
“Robot… May I ask you something?”
“Yes.”
“Why are you always so sad?”
“Because one day you will fall from my shoulder.”
“Don’t we all die?”
“I do not.”
“Why?”
“Bird, I am a machine, I am not alive, I simply am.”
“Were there others before me?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me about them.”
“There used to be a snake that would coil around my arm, a frog that would sit on my head, a rabbit that would hop by my side, a mouse that would sleep in my hand. They are all gone my dear sweet Bird, and you are the last of those living things…”
