Gloria watched the pink robots dancing, gliding around the quad as if their metal feet weren’t touching the ground. They were graceful like ballerinas en pointe.
They were nothing like the clunky heaps of metal her father had salvaged from the dump. She knew he had spent a lot of time piecing the mismatched parts together, figuring out how they worked. She knew she should be proud of what he’d created.
She felt disappointed that her maidbots would never entertain her like these ones. She avoided his eyes as he watched her watch them.
“Come on Gloria. Let’s go home.”