The Inscrutable Mr. Robot

he dreamt and imagined. There was no time for dances or cinema, just as there was no time for anniversaries or commemorations. As for friends and acquaintan

se and concede his very notion of reason and logic. Love, he asserted, was constantly in distres

obot, see wh

way over to the old man who was hunched over a giant ma

ous, " said T

it might have bee

e remarkable detail in the iris. He didn't have to be a mathematician to est

mportant, " s

Engineer, though he didn

d as if he was

?" asked t

ill you promise

t made a

aid The Scientist. "I'm not saying

re you

ou are a robot, an

the sam

't. Tru

s were id

obot, the meaning is i

y Mr. Robo

"Does that mean there are experien

to say my entire life. It's part of being a human; something you'll ge

I s

eer offered the eye

ling sand - all of which had been swept up by spiralling currents that, in an inst

re no lines; there was no clear point where one shade of blue ended and another began. It looked so still and quiet with barely even a rippl

picks and specks painted a portrait of immense beauty. It painted a portrait o

hole; its ill-fated doom. There were so many stars from the edges of the bulge on through to the arms that spiralled like celestia

able, " said

itive expression, he was i

or me?"

ving of such a wonderfully coloured eye. Even still, he felt that if The E

id The Engineer, moving the robot aside and peering back into the

loudly and

a living sample of our nearest galaxy. I don't often slap myself on th

miserable Mr. Robot looked. Though he couldn't explain it, Mr. Robot wanted to sma

o ask him, though, he'

awfull

said Mr.

u a

isturbi

w about you go play a game of Oper

d he was so in every manner conceivable; from his passionate and obsessive focus to the min

to paint th

had a tip finer than a

is was not nearly as attractive. It looked less like an eye and more like a blurred lens on some obs

ce. They were barren; entirely devoid of light, colour, and feeling. They lacked as much warmth as they did compassion. In fact, they la

elight. "It's done, or at least for now. So, " he said,

e wasn't fine; someth

" he

taking his word for it. "Which brings me to

turned i

robot's instant delight. "No, the house. It's t

nd gaping. With the limit of his expression, he looked frightened and

rt of the world. It's a new beginning for you – the start of your adventure. This is your life and you can't

on't wan

st because you're scared doesn't mean y

Mr. Robot, "I

and be coddled to sleep. He knew, though, that

de as to what you look for, where you travel, with whom you travel, and where your adventure takes you. But you're time has come. The life you have is yours to lead as

things. Or if you want I can do nothing, but I'll s

you, m

Mr. Robot. "If you loved

ut having someone near you whose existence and companionship defines your very nature. No. Love is about being brave enough to let that person leave; to let them live their own lives and share their heart with others. It is this infinite stretching of the heart, this pa

aking to whoever was looking back at him through that incredible eye cupped safely in his

what you woul

ir strange delectable tongues. He might have been thinking of one or the other but he wasn't thinking about either. Instead, he was staring at an old clock on the wall and thinking to himself how slowly each second passed wh

you would

t. "I hadn't thought about it.

anything you want to do. Your potential, dear boy, is limitless

f anywhere. Can't I stay here another day; just

aid The

'm not

ey are, nothing is ever bound to go as they determined. There were many robots before you

hought Mr

is rough and ragged exterior. He could hear it laughing and comparing him to a ha

mine, then w

have been another language altogether – some alien dialect that he could hear and comprehend, but a kind of linguistics that for the life of h

e money for

d

s some

a slot on Mr. Robot's shoulder. It lo

, " he said. "But don'

ill the

in the world shaking

that you're

say? Is that what they think? Has som

erilous than being thought of as dangero

ngerous,

erous than any other

have said, "You

obots have

question that sho

Engineer, though the

's a

u're special, you a

why I am

shooting himself. What have you b

r was por

" said M

h of a bookworm. You'll be fine. Just take everything with a spoon of salt – not literally, though. And ignore the judgement and opinions of other

hey don't

alone was

ked, sounding as if it

oth stared each other in the

em wrong,

robot's hand and then ushered him towa

Robot was deathly scared o

oping that this was al

and he was buried in his work. He'd never act

e hoped for a reprieve. He hung onto the chance of a change of heart. He did not ask for a change of heart, though, and he

Mr. R

pped his meta

d, almost expl

ess the r

e door gent