#scifi #fiction #story
It’s raining heavily. My robot Tilo doesn’t have a raincoat. Let me give him my raincoat.
Bring me 2 liters of milk. Tilo wears my raincoat.
Ok Shera!
Thanks, Tilo.
Give me money I am going.
You look good in raincoat Tilo.
Thank you Shera!
Shera, here is your milk. I got a little wet. For caution check my wiring.
Why?
My dextrous hands got sprayed up with rain.
Oh, what?
Shera, don’t worry; the rain slowed down while I was outside. But we can run the check.
OK, I’ll get you a hand cover, a glove, or something?
No, Shera, I saw a robot on the way wearing a raincoat with hand covers. Get me that one. I will show you a pic of him. He was also carrying an umbrella. Look here.
It’s awesome!
Yes, Shera, get me this! I want to live long!
Oh yes, sweetie!
And I want an eye cover too for rain.
Take my sunglasses then Tilo?
Yes, I’ll take yours for now, but get me robot sunglasses.
I will.
Wear mine for now; I want to see the size of your glasses. Here, show me?
You look handsome in sunglasses Tilo!
Thanks, Sheera!
I will look for a fully covered raincoat for robots and your sunglasses.
You are so sweet, Shera!
The pleasure is all mine, Tilo.
Thanks!
Here it is, the same raincoat; asking for the size of my robot!
Thank you for reading.
It’s raining here in Delhi, India! The air is too cold.
How is your weather there?
Stay well.
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