Heart 3

A Robot? That’s what you are! You nuclear machines are robots! “Yes sir.” the robot responded, “Who are you, and what on bricks is happening?” I screamed at the robot, “I am Hemix, your personnel robot, sir. Have you lost your mind, sir?” Personnel robot? I don’t get it, this is too confusing for me, I wake up in a place with orange-haired people, and now I have fallen near “my personnel robot” in a barren city, what the hell happened here… The city in front of me in ruins, the towers and modern buildings it once had are no more than falling rocks and broken metal structures, the land is dark brown, almost shit colored, but a bit brighter than that, it seems like shit mixed with sand and water, or nuclear waste?! I ask Hemix, “What do I look like sir, a biologist?” he answered and took me in surprise, “If you’re my personnel robot, and I am your master, what’s up with the attitude?” the question made the robot look confused with a “okaai…” face, “You programmed me to have an attitude that annoys you… siiir” he answered me like I was an idiot.

Well, this day is getting weirder and weirder, but what’s the point of trying to figure it out, I shrugged, got up, and brushed bright dust from my white pants, right, they are white now, the dust was as bright as the one I had on my black pants at Nampoliks City, which brushed away and disappeared in the air, again.

“Well, what’s he situation here my good friend, Hemix... did I give you that name?” the robot nodded with a sad face “Well, too bad, can’t change your name now, what is up with the fucked up city?” “I saved your ass, sir.” The robot said, I waited for him to continue, but we had an awkward silence, not really awkward, I felt comfortable with the metal machine, but when I say “awkward silence” I mean I was waiting for him to say something, and he was waiting for me to say something, which I realized after a minute of that silence “Oh right… thanks?” the robot smiled, well at least he looked like he smiled. I was observing his form while he was telling me about how city got ruined by a strange occurrence that he didn’t know about. His feet were wheels and legs a flexible metal tube that attached to his solid torso, which extended two arms that looked the same as his legs, with human-looking hands, but made out of metal.

He said his system shut down before the “mess” happened, and he woke up, trying to find me, took him 30 minutes, and he saw me laying down with a carrot in my hand, which apparently is fuel for him, so he “ate” it and took me to safety, away from the falling buildings. His head looks like a French elegant thief, with a black flat hat on top of it, very fine design I must say. His mouth was a barely visible line when it’s not functioning, but when he talks it vibrates and creates colorful shapes out of that one line. He mentioned something I couldn’t hear very well, something about broken things, his gangster-accented voice was drowned by a sound of flute music, something about when being broken, makes you insane? The music drifted me into another image in front of me, my vision didn’t become black, it just changed from Hemix with a background of ruins to a leafy roof, it didn’t look old, very clean actually, and well built, but it had palm leaves hanging between man-made cracks.

“You again! I knew you be troubles!” the orange-haired old man looked down at me with his one-eyebrow-up look and arms folded.