Friday, April 11, 2014

My Personal Robot Is A Happy Robot... Now!

My Personal Robot Is A Happy Robot... Now!
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee



My personal robot began using tweezers to do my eyebrows.  I could see my mother sitting in a chair, watching tv in the living room.

I kept noticing my robot looking at the second tv in the room behind us.  Finally, it asked me if we could turn it on.  I tried to distract the robot from wanting to turn the tv on.

After all, my personal robot was there... to do things for me; not to sit, watch tv.  "Robot, I can't turn that tv on... we have things to do", I said.

I stood looking at it.... I called it, 'it'... it wasn't male, nor was it female.  It was just a ... robot.  The strange thing was... I didn't want to hurt... its ... feelings.

It stood in front of me, holding the tweezers.  It was as tall as I, and it... was a shiny white.  I saw its eyes... a sad expression came across its face.

Oh, my poor robot wanted to watch tv!  How can I deny it?  Robot, go turn the tv on... take a break, sit down.  It's okay for you to watch tv.

I watched its face... a soft, sweet smile spread from it's mouth up to its eyes.  My personal robot... was now, a happy robot!
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Note from this author:  I woke up thinking about this dream... about the robot... my mother.  I don't have a personal robot, and my mother died in the year of 2001...

I picked her ashes up on the day of the attack on American soil... the day thousands died when the planes hit the Twin Towers.    Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
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1 comment:

  1. Wouldn't it be nice if we did have a personal "robot"? I think it would be nice for someone to do our brows, make-up, nails and toes at our convenience. Sounds good to me! Love, Ms. Nancy

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