R.W.C. #5: 'Just a Robot and his Bitches'

"What was that?"

A cry went out.

"I can't quite tell. Be quiet now."

The noise came in on little robot's feet, dancing and striding through a knife-grey mist.

"Can you get a closer look?"

A sigh went out.

"I can almost get a glimpse."

The noise came in and never left, a token of a robot's path.

A crooked path, perhaps.

But a path there none-the-less. A path and life of cheese-sticks, poon, and Asian women.

"Is it still there?"

A plea went out.

"I still cannot tell."

The noise came in on little robot's feet.

And is the noise still there?

If anything, we know, it is

just

a

robot

and

his

bitches.