The TV blared hate for the robot scourge, one voice united in their loathing of machines.
This shopkeeper was no different. That little robot who stole his milk was just another pest, ready to be stomped upon.
He gets an opportunity one night down a dark alley. There would be no witness for his crime.
But he catches a glimpse of this robot’s family, who the milk was meant for.
Man and machines, they’re not so different after all.