There are robots outside my window. Giant, metallic, gleaming, with-a-thousand-glowing-lights robots. One male, one female. They help with construction work. And keep pretty much to themselves.
And, very obviously, love blossomed between the two robots. In between planning for the great big robotic wedding bash which is a year and a half away, they get very little work done. And these robots, in contrast to robotic tradition, are strongly in favour of premarital sex. And robots, unlike humans (this human in particular), are mostly morning creatures.
Robots are also, apparently, passionate creatures. At 7 in the morning (which is exactly twenty whole minutes before I’m supposed to get up), they indulge in wild, loud, metallic, clanging, squealing, grunting, and very very passionate robotic sex. I hate having to get up a little before I’m supposed to. Because then by the time I get back to sleep, it’s time to get up. And going to sleep in the middle of loud robotic sex, not to mention the stares and silent disapproval of my already half-ready roommate, is practically impossible.
Maybe I should complain. Or sue. There must be laws against early morning, loud, public robotic fornication.
3 comments:
hahhaha, i hope you're referring to cranes. seriously.
Cranes... They are there everywhere... but htats gonna be a food court,... With a McDonalds... so i don mind those robots having sex right next to your eardrums.. Rappag doesnt mind it ... does he?
@ doubletake: yeah i mean cranes. cranes and every other rickety rusty creaking piece of construction equipment they're using.
@ prateek: the food court will take a year and a half to get done. i can't stand SO much fornication.:P
and the roommate doesn't mind anything that wakes me up earlier in the morning. He thinks sleeping late is immoral or something like that. Morning person. bah!
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