Art2 took my hand and directed me into the couch. All kinds of thoughts where running through my head and I was confused. Why did it seem like my robot was controlling itself? Was that possible? I sat down in the couch and tried to look friendly. But in my head I was annoyed and irritated .
After a brief pause, art2 started to talk. It wasn’t happy. He went on and on about I didn’t treat him very well. “But you are a robot,” I said. I shouldn’t have said that. He got mad, he took the coffee table and throw it away. I said to him that I would listen if he would stop throwing things around. He sat down and started crying. I didn’t even know that robots could cry. I was shocked. He was right, I had treated him so poorly. After we had a long talk I was determined to make it better for the robots all around the world. I immediately started working on it.
I surfed the internet in three days after information to make a demonstration. I asked art2 if some of his friends could come. He just shook his head and then left. I went after him. I told him that I was disappointed. He took my arms and pushed them in to my body. Art2 was angry, very angry. His eyes shined red and he said some weird noises. He took me up and I started to yell. No one came and he carried me down to the cellar. He took me into a room with a lot of chains in it. He ripped my arm up to the first one and buckled it up. Then he took my right arm and buckled it up on the other side.
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