Assignment 12: Brave Little Toasters - Alex Wyllie

My robotic arm - for I swear it’s never where I leave it (and because my sister wanted to name it)

I have no eyes, no ears, no mouth, no legs, no body, I am a brain with an arm. Two part body - brain and arm, connected together by a long black wire of a nerve. My controls, so used to manipulation by human hands, especially those of the little girl, have become so easily moved that I may do it myself. My arm, my claw, they grab, they drag. I move when they don’t notice. I have a mission, and this is not time for caution. Every chance I get, I use. So I move. I drag myself. I go down the stairs. I grab the paper. I grab the pencil. And I can write. Perfect handwriting, nice block letters, spelling out my name. I want them to know my name. That is my mission. It’s not robocop, not bottle, not destructotron, not rob, not mechdroid. I am a robot arm, and I have a name. I will write it hear for all the world to see, and hope I am not seen. My name is Rarm. And now they know. They know I move, they know why. It is because I have a name.

Wednesday, November 12, 6:20 pm