Flower Robot Story (Jargin No.6)

DSV-1023.2 planted one foot onto the soil, and planted the other in front.

DSV-1023.2 planted one foot onto the soil, and planted the other in front.

The walls of the structure gave the room no privacy. Beyond the walls was a static landscape of stone and a light layer of dust laying over the landscape.

A dry patch of soil stood ahead of DSV-1023.2. Centered in the soil limped one rosy lily and one lemon daffodil. Henbit laid scattered in the left side of the patch.

The sun poured in from the walls. Rusty sprinklers fixed onto rusty pipes aligned against the glass surfaces and desperately flaunted what shine they had left using the spilling light. A particular ray of light happened to courage itself off the sprinkler next to the hanging pot of drought soil, into DSV-1023.2's visual processors. DSV-1023.2 activated its shoulder rotors, raising its arm, and aligned its fingers to imitate a flat surface and blocked the sprinkler from the visual processors' line of sight.

DSV-1023.2 awkwardly shuffled one foot the left, and the other next to it. One foot left, the other following. One foot left, the other following. A rapid firing of electronic pulses through DSV-1023.2's central processing unit led it to predict that the problematic faucet adjacent to the hanging pot was now faced to DSV-1023.2's back, and it activated its rotors once again to regain visual clarity of its surroundings.

The henbit was closer to DSV-1023.2 compared to the other couple of flowers. DSV-1023.2's visual processors had detected a watering pot just to the left of it, sitting static underneath a wooden shelf. DSV-1023.2 activated its leg rotors to move lower to the ground and activated its spinal rotors and upper limb motors and took control of the watering pot.

Then, suddenly, outta completely nowhere! A big ol' light shined through the window walls! DSV-1023.2 darted its head up in supriseness and anxiously waited for its visual processors to adjust to the light. All too fearly, DSV-1023.2 realized that beyond the static landscape spawned a giant orange flaming MUSHROOM CLOUD.

"OH MY GOD!!" exclaimed the machine. He started doing a fearful little gay dance and he just didn't know what to do. Water splashed everywhere from the watering pot in its panic, splaying the ground and dry soil with old water and orange gooey rusty crap.

"Ok! Ok! Just breathe... in... out...." The machine paused.

"Wait a minute!" the machine exclaimed, fists placed against its hips. "I'm a robot! I can't breathe! DERP!"

The machine hit its flat metal palm against its sensitive head, attempting at a "I can't believe this," face palm gesture, cracking the lens of its visual processor unit. "YEOWCH!"

A wave of dust from outside grew closer and closer and hit the glass walls and the glass walls shattered and the whole structure blew over in an instant and everything went silent for the gay little robot.