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I was sitting on the ground of the hallway, footsteps of students hurrying to go to classes filling the space. I heard it faintly through my headphones playing rock that body by the black eyed peas. I was bouncing my head to the little robotic voice singing « rock that body, come on come on, rock that body ». I really love robots. That is not foreshadowing.
I finally noticed there was no one left around me as classes had started and the calm in the building was restored. I got up to head up to the garden to complete my bug inspection class homework. Yeah by the way, i’m a double license student in bug enjoying and art speciality crafting. There are quite chill studies to do, I have a lot of free time for myself to enjoy life on campus and my social life. And hopefully romantic life sometimes soon. This school was so big with so many students attending to it that I couldn’t possibly not find some handsome suitors.
I shook my head thinking to myself -my time will come-, I gathered my stuff and started walking towards the entrance when I detected another presence in the empty hallway.
In front of me was a dark tall figure standing in front of a locker. My heart missed a beat -is my time coming like right now ?!-
I couldn’t see their face as the open door was in the way. But what threw me off balance was the fact that this person wasn’t wearing any pants ??? Nor any clothes actually. I stood there as the naturist student was still focused on whatever they were doing not acknowledging me observing with perplexity.
They finally stepped back and shut their locker in a fracking sound , I could finally see their face and -ho, it’s actually a robot-. No worries about the naked stuff then as it’s quite conventional for robots to not wear clothes. From where I was, I detailed the personnage: they were a almost 2,70 meters assembly of black ironware, their arms and legs were so long compared to their torso giving them a very distinct silhouette. Two aerials were pointing from their back.
They had kind of a blank stare, I guess having a complex eye system for more human like expression was just an unnecessary feature to ease the average folks, and I liked that about them. Or maybe it was due to the fact that they were staring at their hand stuck in the locker door they just had slammed.
« UuuUuuhuuuhHuuuuuuuu….!!! »
They suddenly let go, as a shrill robotic sound yet with a noticeable British accent.
It made me snap out of my inspection and i started considering whether i should keep on walking or gather myself and offer some help but before I could decide the tall droid add:
« Just kidding, I don’t have multiple touch-sensitive sensors in my hand linked to my mainframe that could help me comprehend the pain it hypothetically cause me. »
They extracted their hand in a quick movement, living a crookedness on the looker frame, and moved away from the scene.
« Not like you delicate people » They added as they started walking towards the opposite direction I was going.
I couldn’t tell if their last remark was for me ?? But I figured they probably was talking to themselves considering they showed no evidence of them noticing my presence.
As I watched them leaving, their metallic feet making a clacking sound resonating through the entire hallway, I had only one question in mind:
- who is that handsome looking droid ?-