The lounge was my favorite room in the little house, which I bought 5 years ago.
When I moved in, I had been determent to make this particular room amazing. It had to be cozy with big leather sofas, a big flat screen TV and beautiful painted walls in creative patterns. This room had been a place for me to relax since the day I moved in. The smell from the sofas had a relaxing effect on me, and I enjoyed sitting in my armchair, having a beer in one hand and the remote in the other, zapping from one channel to the other.
I graduated at the university at the age of 21 as a scientist, and the first thing I just had to accomplish, was making my own robot. So I did.
One day Art2, as I had named him, approached me in the kitchen. He looked me straight in the eye and made a few strange noises. Then he spoke, “I’d like to have a word with you”. We went into the lounge.
I sat down on my beloved sofa and I listened to what Art2 had to say to me. “Have you seen how ugly this sofa is?” Art2 said without even hesitating, I guess it’s not weird since he’s a robot, but it chocked me. I sat speechless on the sofa when Arts2 continued. “And the walls, they look like someone took a shit on them.”
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