The robot stood still, its slender frame silhouetted against the sprawling ruins of the once-great city. Broken skyscrapers pierced the ashen sky like jagged teeth, and the wind whispered through the empty streets, carrying with it the faint scent of decay and time. The robot’s eyes, two glowing orbs of soft blue light, scanned the desolate landscape. It was waiting, as it had waited for years.
Once, it had a purpose—a simple yet meaningful existence. It had been a Christmas gift, lovingly unwrapped by trembling hands in a warm living room adorned with twinkling lights and the scent of pine. It had been designed to help, to serve, to make life easier for the elderly couple who had shared their home with it. It learned to fetch tea, remind them of their medication, and tell stories when the silence grew too heavy.
But the years rolled on, indifferent and unyielding. The couple grew frail, then disappeared entirely, leaving behind an empty house. Humanity itself had followed, swept away by its own arrogance, its own wars, its own failures. The world became quiet, save for the hum of the robot’s internal power source, which had continued to sustain it through the decades.
Now, it stood at the edge of this abandoned city, surrounded by ghosts of a civilization it barely comprehended. Its memory banks replayed fragments of songs, laughter, and the gentle touch of the hands that once activated it. These were its only companions in the silence.
The robot’s programming told it to wait—for new instructions, a new purpose. But no commands had come. No voices called out for help. It could have left, wandered aimlessly into the wilderness, but something held it here, tethered to the faint hope that perhaps, one day, someone or something would find it, and it could serve once more.
For now, it waited, a solitary figure among the remnants of a forgotten world, as still and enduring as the city itself.
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