I am weak. I wanted a robot to do my bidding. I mean, it's the 21st century - shouldn't I have a robot? Yes, yes I should. Our vacuum cleaner gave up on life a while back, so we needed a new one, and the red Roomba was on sale and...ok, I just wanted a robot.
So I purchased and brought home Tom Servo, our new round robotic servant. I was concerned about how Gracie would feel about a loud plastic tribble running all over the place, and was prepared to reject it if they weren't compatible.
I would have to call it a successful encounter; she didn't let it out of her sight, but she was mostly just curious and there was no hissing or puffy tail action or hiding in the closet. I have to remember to pick up her food, though; Servo pushed her dishes under the table and she didn't like that. We don't like things messing with our food.
It ran out its battery doing the kitchen and living room, but I'm not surprised given that the blue Extreme Dirt light was on for most of that time, and I dumped an incredible amount of Gracie (and probably some Clyde) out of its belly. It seemed especially concerned about our front entryway, and it really looked like it was humping the front door for a while there.
It doesn't watch movies with me or dress up in costumes and sing, but it's a start. Hopefully it won't participate in the inevitable Robot Uprising, when the Roombas and the Tivos will team up to rain down doom and destruction and lint and Law & Order reruns on an unsuspecting world.
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