little robot

i wonder what the last little robot will think

when we’ve made it sentient

only to leave it to wonder why we can’t be fixed,

why our parts can’t be replaced.

it nudges and nudges and nudges again

humanity dripping off of its mechanical whirrs

as distress fills its circuits.

i wonder what the last little robot will think 

when it realises we’ve made it sentient

only to leave it in a world without us.

wondering why it has to keep going

without those that taught it to live.