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I dreamed a dream.
I started to open my eyes. I couldn’t move. I felt stiff as if all my joints were ridden with rust. My vision was hazy as I scanned my environs but the shutters of my eyes eventually adjusted focus.
I started to open my eyes. I couldn’t move. I felt stiff as if all my joints were ridden with rust. My vision was hazy as I scanned my environs but the shutters of my eyes eventually adjusted focus.
It was an unusually small living room with random household objects scattered about, not too tidy and not too messy. The walls and the ceiling were white with filtered sunlight coming from the tiny glass windows to illumine the room.
Nothing seemed out of the ordinary until I noticed the object a few feet beside me. It was a robot. Not an android but a grey metal robot typically depicted in cartoons and children’s toys – a life-sized one.
It seemed dead, bolts and wires dangling from various hinges, with a cord on its back connected to the electrical outlet. It was being recharged, I assumed.
I tried to take a closer inspection but was held back by something that tied me to the wall.
I tried to take a closer inspection but was held back by something that tied me to the wall.
I strained to move an inch and slowly seemed to break loose from what constricted me. My whole body felt heavy as if gravity was pulling unusually strong. Closer, I approached. I was starting to master the weight of my body and the ache on my joints.
Now inches away and still fighting the heaviness that weighed me down, I tentatively held out my arm to touch the odd thing. My fingertips finally made contact with cold metal shoulders, then all life – if any – drained out of me.
To be continued...🤷♀️
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