My Robot
2. My robot
It was the first time Art2 had said something like that. It was always me who had asked to have a word with him. I must admit, I wasn’t quite happy about the situation. We sat down on the couch, and he looked me in the eyes again. Then he started talking. He talked for a long time about how he felt he needed something new and exciting in his life of a robot. He wanted to try something new. He said that he had bigger ambitions than helping me. Art2 had watched a lot of TV lately and especially the news. He had always been very interested in politics, and he was very proud of the current government. He was a big fan of President Obama as well. Then he suddenly said that he wanted to be a politician, and he wanted me to assist him. I had to make him repeat it, just to be sure about what he had just said. I knew that cats had been politicians before, but Art2 was a robot.
He wanted me to talk to a lot of people who could get him in politics. Most important for him was, that he wanted to be a in the Democratic Party, because he had the same key issues as the Democrats, with just few differences. First off I had to go and talk to a man in the city hall and ask him for advice. The man did not take me serious enough, so the next day I brought Art2 with me. We all talked for quite some time, and in the end he decided to help us. He called the news stations and told about Art2, and soon we had a lot of appointments and meetings, that we had to go to. The story about a robot in politics was spreading fast, and soon I was a well-known face in town too.
There were a lot of things that I had to take care of, and I was beginning to feel a little stressed. Also, I had to do everything myself at home because Art2 felt too important to help. He meant that as a politician, he should not be cleaning or helping out in his own home. So every day of the week was filled with things for me to do. I had two jobs and a home to take care of, and it was difficult to make time
It was the first time Art2 had said something like that. It was always me who had asked to have a word with him. I must admit, I wasn’t quite happy about the situation. We sat down on the couch, and he looked me in the eyes again. Then he started talking. He talked for a long time about how he felt he needed something new and exciting in his life of a robot. He wanted to try something new. He said that he had bigger ambitions than helping me. Art2 had watched a lot of TV lately and especially the news. He had always been very interested in politics, and he was very proud of the current government. He was a big fan of President Obama as well. Then he suddenly said that he wanted to be a politician, and he wanted me to assist him. I had to make him repeat it, just to be sure about what he had just said. I knew that cats had been politicians before, but Art2 was a robot.
He wanted me to talk to a lot of people who could get him in politics. Most important for him was, that he wanted to be a in the Democratic Party, because he had the same key issues as the Democrats, with just few differences. First off I had to go and talk to a man in the city hall and ask him for advice. The man did not take me serious enough, so the next day I brought Art2 with me. We all talked for quite some time, and in the end he decided to help us. He called the news stations and told about Art2, and soon we had a lot of appointments and meetings, that we had to go to. The story about a robot in politics was spreading fast, and soon I was a well-known face in town too.
There were a lot of things that I had to take care of, and I was beginning to feel a little stressed. Also, I had to do everything myself at home because Art2 felt too important to help. He meant that as a politician, he should not be cleaning or helping out in his own home. So every day of the week was filled with things for me to do. I had two jobs and a home to take care of, and it was difficult to make time