Bing walked into the living room, his black skateboard under his armpit when he saw Google.on the couch.
"Hey Google check out my ska-" "Not now, not ever. I don't care about your skateboard and I don't care about a defect." As Google spoke those words he didnt see the bright orange tears that ran past brings shades and onto the floor. He didn't see, he never did. Google never turned his head around as Bing left. He never looked as he called bing a defect. Google will never look, maybe he will when Bing finally kills himself like Google told him to do. Maybe then Google will pay attention to the robot who has been looking up to Google all his life. Maybe when Bing leaves Google will finally be proud of him.
Maybe then he will finally be enough.