Arthur's story

Arthur’s story Art2 lead me into the lounge. He walked in front of me with his characteristic stiff pace, reminding me of his non-humanity.He stopped right next to the couch, his back towards me. "What's wrong, Art2?" I asked, not knowing what to expect. He had never acted like this before. Art2 turned slowly around and looked me in the eyes. His dead eyes, which would never move from the middle of his eyeballs but still looked alive, while glowing bluish. In the past 6 months, Art2 seemed to become more and more self-conscious. His tone when he spoke seemed