So Long, Mr. Roboto
I'd like to dedicate this story to a friend of mine...Who never asked for anything in return...Who sat back as I lived out my dreams. He couldn't understand love enough to want it or know that he had it. I miss him now that he's gone.
Whenever I was alone, and felt like I couldn't go on, he was there. When I was sick, he sat at my bedside for weeks until I was better. Maybe he was just a machine, but machines can help us...Some can even become like us.
I don't know what happened to you but I know that's the way you wanted it. So long, my friend, and thank you...Thank you for everything you did for me. Wherever you are, no matter what struggles you're going through, good luck, and I love you...like I've never loved anyone before.
Meanwhile, a white robot in the shape of a man lay in a gutter just in front of a storm drain, and the lights that were his eyes were dim. Then, they faded, and disappeared.
Dedicated to Mr. Roboto