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
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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