"Your Condensers – Drench,
Exchange heat – cool your system."
Soft hands on metal.
A Professor name Furisode;
Robot troubles she sought to allay.
Doctor and Engineer,
In a fixing career;
She kept rust and short circuits at bay
A closed access hatch –
Human voice – kind smile – a gesture,
"Why don't you go play?"
"Play?" Drench queried with quizzical gaze,
"How is it you think a robot plays?
We bots were built for work
And programmed not to shirk
All bots are meant to labor their days."
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Drench the Tiny Giant Robot [WIP/Draft]
PoetryAn illustrated child-friendly storybook about friendship and robots. Drench is a tiny giant robot who wants to fit in. His name doesn't appear on the job board, so he thinks no one wants him. And, the bigger robots make fun of him for making things...