By P.S.Gifford

Robbie studied his metallic face in the mirror. He looked intently as the face staring back at him.

“I am such a fine looking robot,’ he thought, “surely the finest the world has ever seen.

He trundled to a black lacquered book case and gazed at the books. His eyes fell on an Isaac Asimov anthology.

‘I love it when I am read his stories,’ he thought. “What an imagination Asimov had.”

He spun about and trundled along the grey carpet of the large apartment overlooking the Thames River, and gazed out of the window.

“Oh how I long to be outside,’ he thought to himself. “Whatever would people make of me? I am sure they have never seen a robot such as me before.”

He trundled back along the grey carpet and came to a coffee table positioned in the middle of the room. He looked at the table and analyzed the pictures that were sat upon it in bright silver frames.

His focused on the image of a man and a woman in their early forties arm in arm in front of a large statue of a horse.

“They have taught me well my creators,’ he thought. “I must protect and obey them always.”

Then he focused his attention to the picture next to it. This picture contained an image of a ten year old boy with bright red hair and a plethora of freckles.

“What a goofy looking human he is,” Robbie considered.

He then trundled his way back over to the window, and gazed out of it again.

“I can not wait to start exterminating people, the time is surely close,” he uttered out loud in a mechanical sounding voice.

At that moment a door opened suddenly and a tall strawberry-blonde lady came into the room.

Robbie turned and looked at the face of her; it was the same one as the photograph.

“I have made you fish and chips for tea luv,” she said studying Robbie.

Her face morphed into an enormous smile as Robbie made his way over to her.

“Boy you have that robot trundle movement down pat…It is perfect!”

She laughed out loud.

“Then afterwards, your dad and I will go with you and watch on as you go trick and treating outside.”

“Thanks mum, Robbie said, as he pulled the silver painted cardboard box from his head, “You are the best…and I am sure everyone is going to love this Robot costume you and dad made for me. Boy I simply love Halloween. I wonder how much candy I am going to get this year!”

The end.

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P.S. Gifford is a published horror author of great talent. He started submitting stories around 2005. His short stories are by far some of the best and most entertaining that I have read. Around that time he was invited to write columns which are titled "Paperback Writer."

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