|La Cittá Perduta|
Walk forward. Don't give up. Even when they say you are not worth it. Power. Even if they... Power... Pow...
The robot stopped its roaming and blabbering. We all stared at it, expecting it to return to life as unexpectedly as it had started to move and talk.
“Perhaps if we walk away and come back, it'll start again,” someone suggested.
But the robot didn't move when we all did that, its arms awkwardly stretched back. We shrugged and walked away. The museum was big enough.
The robot rotated its head slowly and reprogrammed the data in everyone's chips.