fully charged, ready to be.
The day, cloudy but he
had the LED's shining
from his face.
And friends.
He had those even if
they weren't metal and
cold, wired masses.
Then the sun sets.
The robot goes back
to the grid.
To charge
To be comfortable
He sits down
and closes his eyes,
expecting a new day ahead.
But somebody pulled the plug.
He never saw the sun.
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