The ticking of his internal clock and zapping of his circuits were not what they used to be. Rusting and stiff R0b3rt powered on as his master walked by. His innocent and cheerful greeting always brightened his master on the gloomiest of days.

"Ma'am, my sensors indicate you are experiencing a problem. Shall I be of assistance?" R0b3rt asked as he attempted to stand but his joints seized up.

The woman adjusted her head covering and wiped a tear away. Her pacing slowed as he approached the lockbox above the refrigerator. The fingerprint scanner beeped with a confirmed match. A soft click filled the room and the small box opened itself to reveal the single item nestled in its velvet lined hole. The object shined from the luminescent LED lights above her was the K-frame of a DRAX-44 Revolver and the eight cartridges neatly placed in their designated spots.

Clinking metal and whirling pistons filled the dreadful silence in the kitchen. "R0b3rt." The woman whispered, "you served me well. I failed you." she paused and opened the cylinder of the weapons. "I'm so sorry."

His pale blue eyes flickered with an emotionless gaze. Androids were always difficult to understand because of how mute and matter-of-fact their expression tended to be. His face...