Micro / Flash fiction theme: Obsolete Robot
I watch the happy couple complete their wedding vows with a passionate kiss.
Like many others in the pews, I, too, want to cry. However, androids don’t have tear ducks.
I feel joy and sorrow for watching my ward grow from a young boy into a great man.
He will no longer need his caretaker bot.
She will wipe his tears, rub his back when he is sick, and be there to listen to his worries.
What am I without him?
Maybe, it’s time for me to shut down now, for I am no longer needed.