the robot e-71

e-71 stood there, appalled and embarrassed. it's fellow mate had just ruined their reputation. a generation of classy robots, banished from the systems. it knew e-101 had been attacked by some virus, but maintenance of the bot had been fruitless.

e-71 screeched an unknown code to e-101 telling it to stop all its blabbering, but the spoiled bot blabbered on.

"don't you think we've been embarrassed enough? can't we stop it?" e-71 asked a higher authority.

the bot practically shrugged for they all knew the outcome was subjective to change.

e-71 let out a ear-piercing screech, this time signaling that it was no longer able to control it's anger. the bot's red lights bleeped continuously, despite the fact that it was already partially damaged.

"i've been embarrassed. never so much in my life. is there really no way to salvage it?" e-71 chanted on in its unknown code. now, it had attracted so much attention from nearby bots including e-101.

e-101 stared at the screeching bot, taking in every code it screeched. it looked almost apologetic. just almost.

e-71 saw it, but what it meant was unknown. was there really hope for change?







will upload pics of the party soon!


shoot. i think my gastric is acting up again.