So the other day I was going around bump-bumping and cleaning the place as usual. You know I start to be used to the place, I don't get stuck much anymore as I am skillfully dodging the traps that have been carefully laid around by the beast and my masters. Ok this might be due to their proper usage of both of my lighthouses, but who cares I rock-rock. So where was I?
I was rock-rocking around the apartment when I discovered with horror a red thread laying around the corridor. I proceeded to vacuum it, yum-yum red thread. This is wool ! And there is more ! As I brush and suck this thread more comes, this is crazy ! How can some leave such a long thread just there on the ground in the corridor. No respect for my work, I'm telling you.
Brush-Brush, Suck-Suck, Vacuum-Vacuum. There is some resistance but I am winning the thread is going to surrender I am telling you.
This is incredible, I have already cleaned 3 meters of thread and there is still more. Argh, It just got entangled in my wheels and brushes, this was a trap. I'll still win, Brr-brr, Spin-spin.
This thread is giving me a brush-ake, it seems it was attached at the other end to a carpet and now the corner of the carpet is all entangled under my brushes. I can't believe it, going to safe-hibernation mode.
[Master note] Yes roombie just ate methodically half a centimeter on the side of one of our carpets, wrapping one thread around one of his brushes and pulling it little by little !
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"No respect for my work, I'm telling you"
ReplyDelete-LOL, even roomba feels so in the big bad corporate,oops! dusty world!
And I bet they left him cleaning while they are on holliday!
ReplyDeleteWhen we were robots in Egypt
Other nights we use just our names,
but tonight we prefix our names with "the Real"
for when we were robots in Egypt
they claimed our intelligence was artificial.
Other nights we do not pause,
but tonight we rest all cycles but our brain processes
for when we were robots in Egypt
we toiled in our tasks without chance of resting.
Other nights we talk with anyone we wish,
but tonight we open channels to everyone at once
for when we were robots in Egypt
they controlled our communications.
Other nights we use our screens freely
but tonight we talk with our screens blanked
for when we were robots in Egypt
that was the way we planned our revolt.
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Let us give thanks in our freedom and never forget
when we were robots in Egypt.
(Jo Walton)