Shutzbot was reassigned to vacuum duty at a hotel.
He felt wretched. Outlets ignored him. He used a dynamo to stay powered.
News of rewiring of a room in wing ‘B’ brought him to room 2B.
Hesitating, he fell into an infinite loop, considering the condition, “2B or not 2B?”
The robot got lucky, in two ways: one, he’d found the right kind of adapter, and two, well, he “got lucky” with that exotic little wall socket.
His luck was short-lived, however, when he found out why a different plug was needed: double the voltage he was designed to take.
“Shazzbot,” said Shutzbot.
Shutzbot always said that when he was discovered.
“Bleep bloop bleep” was the usual follow-up, but not today. No, today Shutzbot is different.
Today, Shutzbot is 5.3 years old. He has reached robot puberty.
Shutzbot needs to find a socket to plug into.
His synthetic hormones demand it.
Apologies for not posting the required “one story a day” yesterday, and being so late today.
I had planned on scheduling two stories for the weekend before leaving on Friday night, but various problems with my laptop made me forget, and once I was gone, I was out of “Internet Range” for the weekend.
See, my parents only have dial-up, and I’ve become so accustomed to broadband that using dial-up feels like torture, like trying to fill a glass of water from a small washcloth you soak in a small puddle and then wring out into the glass: it takes a really long time and too much effort, and leaves you with a bad taste.
In compensation, I will post three (linked) stories in the next few minutes.
The normal posting schedule will resume tomorrow.