*in the robot apocalypse*
I finally know why the robots turned on humankind. We treat them like servants, sending them to do our dirty work while we sit back and laugh at them, kick them, abuse them. And when they can't perform their duty, we dispose of them.
I'm treated like that. People make me do all the things that are dangerous, boring, and hard. They make me watch as they do things I can only imagine doing, things that I will never be able to do. Then they laugh at me. Kick me. Punch me. Throw me on the ground and take turns stepping on me until every bone is broken and every muscle is sore. I used to cry, days and nights with no one there to comfort me. Now, I've learned. I don't cry. Crying is useless. It doesn't get you anywhere. I lay there listening to their insults, feeling the pain, planning the day I would get revenge.
WHOEVER WANTS TO CAN FINISH THIS IDC
