Cez Presents: The Robot

Date: 8/31/2019

It was just 2 dream weeks but I no longer feel that lump in my chest any more I dreamt that I was a robot Programmed and specialized for hosting, socializing but most importantly, cooking I spoke 5 different languages and could cook specific culinary dishes that were healthy for you. I look the same as I do now, but my skin was whiter from the silicone base they used, and screws held in my face But I was cheerful and happy all the time and could sing a little tune I lived in a great big apartment with 2 floors and a huge window connecting the two. Although I could could see in the sun, I couldn't go outside because of something about the dirt And my owners didn't want to ruin me It was one of those modern houses that you would see in a magazine and it was so real that I could replicate it if I wanted to There were 5 people living together that purchased me for light housework and food, but I felt accepted by them One was an American Asian student who worked in the arts, one was a tall redhead who's father passed on the architecture, another was a Latino guy heavily invested in his band, and the last was a waif brunette that worked in some kind of property job And the last one looked exactly like my mom So I called her "mom" They all loved and appreciated me so much They even bought me more than one pair of clothes to change into, and let me enjoy board games with them And had a celebration after my unboxing like a birthday, sitting on the floor together in the huge apt I appreciated my cleaning and often was teased for my interest in making tomato dishes But despite all of that I killed all four of them in cold blood For reasons above my levels of compression And I was good at it, and enjoyed their demise as much as their company These four people loved me so much and treated me like a family member They were a little annoying about some things sure but didn't deserve it And I made my mom help with the bodies always questioning my motives and if I had just short circuited and whether I should be taken back for repair But helped me nonetheless load the bodies in the car and explode it From then on I only called them the Four roommates I contemplated suicide, but how could I? I was a robot Mom got wary of me and moved out And I crawled back into my packaging And turned myself off Alone in the empty shell of an apt And then I woke up in sweats