My Robot: A Story of Independence

e looked at me again, like he wanted to declare something. “Sit down.” He said to me. I looked at him, with perplexity in my eyes. He just kept staring at me. I sat down, in my brown easy chair. “Arthur.” He continued. “I want to let you know, that I do not want to keep on doing whatever might be pleasing you.” I couldn’t comprehend what he just said. “What?” I answered in incredulity. “Yes Arthur. I do not want to obey your every order anymore. I want to be my own Lord. My own master.” My eyes grew wide. “What in the great wide world are you raving about?” I said with a raised voice. He walked closer to me, and his eyes started to turn red. “You heard me very well Arthur Jonathan Ferguson. I do not want to obey your every order. I want a life on my own, with no stupid human telling me what to do!” I backed away from him, staring into his scary red eyes. “Well... Okay then. But then you’re going to have to move out of my house, and earn your own money!” I said with a firm voice. His eyes turned back to being blue. “My own house and money?” He looked at me with big broken-hearted eyes. He shook his head a couple of times, and turned back to normal. “Hmm...” He said with his buzzing robot voice. I sat back down, very calm and self confident. “Silly robot.” I mumbled. He turned around, facing the door. “Okay.” He said fast, turning around again, so he was facing me again. “Okay, I want to make a deal with you then.” He said, looking very stern. “I could work for you, for a couple of weeks, and then you’ll pay me for it. Then I can move out and start a life, on my own.” I raised an eyebrow. “Now, and why would I want to pay you for doing stuff, I bought you to do?” He looked at me again, then down at the ground. “You’re right.” He said, with a disappointed voice. “Art2. I know some of the things I ask you to do is hard work. But man, you’re a robot! You’re strong, stronger than me anyhow. You should be happy, that someone does appreciate your power as much as I do.” I said, pushing him lightly on the shoulder. He started to laugh. “Yeah, you’re right.” He said, with a happy voice. “But” he continued in a more serious tone. “May I ask one of my friends to move in with us, and help me? You know as an assistant?” He asked. “Well sure, why not!” I said. Not many moments later his friend, Dee2, stood in my door. “Hello, my name is Dee2, nice to meet you.” He said, with a rusty robotic voice. “Well hello there. My name is Arthur.” I answered. Two robots? Fantastic, now I don’t have to do ANYTHING on my own! Art2 walked over to his friend, and whispered something. They laughed together. Great, I had become the third-wheel in my own house. Many years passed as Art2, and Dee2 waited up Arthur. Fast, he became thicker and thicker since he didn’t have to do anything on his own any longer. He never got any exercise. It changed his life. Now he is driving around in a wheel chair, unable to stand up. It appears that, I wasn’t so good an idea to have two robots to do all of his work.