|Illustration by Patrick Girouard|
My Robot Ran Away
By Lauri C. Meyers
"Mom! Have you seen my robot?" I yelled as I ran down the steps.
"Isn't your robot in the Lego box?" Mom yelled back.
"Not the Lego robot, Mom!" I said, searching behind the door.
"You mean the Robodog you got for Christmas? I think I saw him in the basement."
"Not that robot, either," I said looking under the kitchen table.
"Robot waiter? Robot action figure? Robot toothbrush? You have 100 robots! I can't keep track of all of them," Mom said. "Maybe you could get a Robot Mom to be in charge of robot observation."
"Nice, Mom. You know, making fun of me lowers my self confidence," I said, secretly annoyed she came up with such a great robot surveillance idea.
"You're such a sensitive scientist," she said and stopped cooking for a second to help me. "Which robot disappeared?"
"The one I made last night. His name is..." I couldn't finish the sentence because I hadn't had time to brand him or even test him yet. "Um, you would recognize him as the Electrolux vacuum cleaner you threw out with a toaster on top." Mom's eyes glanced at the counter to confirm the toaster's absence and returned to me with a glare.
"Hey, you said you were tired of the kitchen smelling like burnt toast," I spit out quickly. She stared at the ceiling and nodded her head side to side like she always did when she noodled an idea. She shrugged her shoulders satisfied with the solid excuse for a toaster upgrade.
I heard Robodog's mechanical bark coming from outside. When I opened the door, a flash of vacuum hose legs and stainless steel ran past. Was that my robot? But how? Sure, I'm pretty good at making things, but every project requires some tweaks to work properly. I needed to run a few tests and tinker with his settings. But first I had to catch him, before he caught Robodog.