"Bad Robot"

We Used To Wait

Yep. The world was a strange place now that AbelBody was king.

People still went to work, they still danced in the streets at night like they use to. They played music, cooked delicious foods, made fierce love and laughed till they cried.

But there was a peculiar look in their eyes. Like it was all broken at the bottom. They could dance forever, spinning around and around, moving their hips, and still, never shake it off.

The twinkle was gone. They knew at any moment it could be them, or someone they loved.

Because someone accused them of being sympathizers.

Because they 'looked' like a communist.

Because they didn't follow the 'trends'.

Because their art was too compelling.

Because they questioned things.

Because they didn't agree.

Because anything.

Because.

So they danced and ate and fucked and laughed. It was their little revolution. The only one they'd ever have.

The world loved, like it hadn't loved since before the electrons ran up and down tightly wound wires, dancing on liquid crystal displays.

Like dogs, they rushed to kiss every inch of your face as you entered the room. They jumped up and down and hugged profusely. Skin was always touching skin. And when you left, they all sobbed and made promises for next time that they always kept. You felt important. You felt needed. You felt love.

What people had lost in the instantly accessible, WiFi enabled twenty-first century, they found once again, in the brutal regime that it all led to. Some wondered if they were actually better off.

***

Dear Clarence,

I felt the air lightly brush the little hairs on my skin this morning while I listened to the birds whistle and tweet. I spent two hours just staring out into the backyard, completely content, drinking my tea. I know that sounds stupid, but when was the last time you just stood still and let go of everything but birds and the wind? I completely forgot what life was like without all the hub-bub.

I guess it's not the same with that crazy robot going around blowing everything up and yelling about communisms all the time. (I still don't know what the hell a communist is!) But those moments of peace are just like any other before.

But I really am just waiting sometimes. For him to knock on the door and zap me to death! I try to forget it. You know what they say about that damned thing. He's like death. He'll get ya.

Let's just hope he doesn't start reading the post! Then we'd all be in deep shit wouldn't we Clarence!?

Lol ←ughh look at me. Lolling like the young kids!

I just wanted to say all that in hopes you'd really think about how wonderful the world was before all the screens and gadgets. Do you remember? Life was precious, in a way it hasn't been for some time. Do you remember when all we had were the letters? We'd write them, and just wait. For days and days we waited...

Promise me you'll get up after reading this and take an hour with your tea, and the calm breeze and the birds. You will thank me. I'm sure of it!

I really hope your alright Clarence. It's been a while since you wrote back. I worry about you. I worry he got you too.

I'm sure your fine. You're a tough cookie for sure! He'd have a bit of trouble with a honeybadger like you!