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The atomic war has come and gone; and so has civlisation, the human
race, and the robot's purpose. In the background, the city where
the robot was manufactured and where he had spent his existence is now
perpetually aglow with radioactivity. It would be called a place
of death, only there is no life to kill... or so the robot thought as
he was driven into the wastelands by the hard radiation. There,
among the the heat-fused sands and blackened ruins of smaller
communities, the robot found one survivor; a rose poking out of the
sterile ground. Finding an ornate watering can in a jumble of
stone and plastic that was once a house, he tends the flower. It
may not last for long, but while it does, the robot has something to
fill a few of the endless string of days that stretch before him. |
