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An again delayed drabble
The robot was content. No, more than that, it was happy, as much as its limited programming allowed. It had its tools and nuclear batteries that would power it for a millennium. Its task stretched before it, clear and unambiguous. It was already 1% complete.
And so the robot methodically wandered the endless dunes with its duster, vacuum, and fusion laser. Behind it, it left neat rows of sand, carefully seared solid so it wouldn't blow around and make a mess. The robot started to whistle a cheerful little tune on the radio bands, broadcasting simple joy to the universe.
And so the robot methodically wandered the endless dunes with its duster, vacuum, and fusion laser. Behind it, it left neat rows of sand, carefully seared solid so it wouldn't blow around and make a mess. The robot started to whistle a cheerful little tune on the radio bands, broadcasting simple joy to the universe.