Editor's Note: "Robbie" by P.S. Gifford
was selected by readers as the winner of the second Silverthought
Flash Fiction Contest. To read other entries in the competition,
studied his metallic face in the mirror. He looked intently at the
cold unemotional face staring back at him.
am such a fine looking robot, he thought, surely the
finest the world has ever seen.
trundled to a black lacquered book case and gazed at the books.
His eyes fell on an Isaac Asimov anthology.
love it when I read his stories, he thought. 'What an amazing
imagination Asimov had.'
spun about and trundled along the grey carpet of the large apartment
overlooking the Thames River and gazed out of the window.
how I long to be outside, he thought to himself. 'Whatever
would people make of me? I am sure they have never seen a robot
such as me before.'
trundled back along the grey carpet and came to a coffee table positioned
in the middle of the room. He looked at the table and analyzed the
pictures that were sat upon it in bright silver frames.
focused on the image of a man and a woman in their early forties,
arm in arm, in front of a large statue of a horse.
have taught me well, my creators, he thought. I must
protect and obey them always.
he focused his attention to the picture next to it. This picture
contained an image of a young boy with bright red hair and a plethora
a goofy looking creature he is, Robbie considered.
then trundled his way back over to the window, and gazed out of
cannot wait to start exterminating people. The time is surely close,
he uttered out loud in a cold mechanical voice.
that moment a door opened suddenly and a tall strawberry-blonde
lady came into the room.
turned and looked at the face of her; it was the same one as the
began to move towards her
have made you fishsticks and chips for tea, luv, she said,
pretty face morphed into an enormous smile.
you have that robot trundle movement down pat
It is perfect!
made her way over to her son.
afterwards, your dad and I will go with you and watch on as you
go trick and treating outside.
Mum, Robbie said, as he pulled the silver painted cardboard
box from his head. You are the best
and I am sure everyone
is going to love this wicked robot costume you and Dad made for
me. Boy, I simply love Halloween. I wonder how much candy I am going
to get this year!