The Skyscraper Bot - A Dream + A Drawing

During my last sleep cycle I dreamed I was a giant robot. But I wasn't a robot people cared for or depended on to save the Earth when evil would strike from space. Nope. My job was to build and dust off skyscrapers. And because it was the future and every inch of earth had already been industrialized, I often was ordered to tear down buildings that I myself had errected only years earlier. It was a sad job.

One day, while demolishing one of my favorite buildings I heard a kitty meow, so I dug through the rubble and found the kitty hiding in an overturned sink. It was such a pretty little kitty. When I pushed the rubble away from around the sink with my pinky the kitty snarled at me and hissed. Not even the kitty who's life I had just saved loved me. I wanted to lash out and not be a Skyscraper Bot anymore, but knew the Patrol Bots that flew overhead would destroy me if I went out of line. So on I went, perpetuating the cycle that was making me miserable. Often I wished for death. In fact before I realized I could not die I'd let entire buildings collapse over onto me. I had seen people grow old and die for centuries. I only wished that I could too. But I couldn't. My positronic brain was made to last. If part of me broke down, the parts of me that hadn't would repair it. And I lived on.

My positronic heart was so lonely.

One day I fell in love with a tiny humming bird. And we were the bestest of buds. She made a nest in part of my chassis and I got to see her everyday. It was fantastic. She never feared me, and once she even landed on my shoulder and sang to me all through the night. She was so tired the next morning, but I let her sleep in my chest. She slept all day while I dusted off buildings and that night she and I sat by the bay watching the boats come in and out to sea.

But she too grew old and died. I wished I could cry but my robot eyes could not leak tears.

I built and dusted off the skyscrapers. And tore them down when man had had enough of them. I wished man would have grown tired of me and sent me away, but they never did.

That was my dream. I typed it up because I thought it had potential to be the basis of a comic or something, maybe a sad childrens book.

Here's a picture I just drew in Photoshop for this entry.