She was far away from her intended destination, she knew that. Led astray by another cube being shaped like her old lover. Who may be her new lover. In the way they knew how or could.
“We’ve travelled so far, Bimbo,” he/it said. “And now we’re here. What do you think it is?”
“Not. Cube?” said Bimbo back in her Half Japanese accent, cute for a robot.
“No, definitely not that,” he replied in an American one but still robotic. “Round instead.”
“Rooooound,” Bimbo tested out the word. “Ciirrrclllleee.” She even traced a circle in front of her with her pointing, stubby blue-green robot arm with no discernable hand to mimic the one on the stone.
“That’s right. Different from us.”
“Diffferrrreeeent,” continued Bimbo in the same way. Then she did something else with her hands this time which made him chuckle. She couldn’t make a hole with the other but he got the point from the first.
“That’s right, Bimbo,” he said. “The f-ckers.”
“Ffffffff———–ers.” Then she said something that might have made him blush if he was capable of doing so. “Us?”
“No, Bimbo. Not in that way. Different.”
“Differrrrent,” repeated Bimbo.
“I’ll show you.”
(to be continued? (probably not))
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