I Hate Robots.

I hate everything now, from my mum and her freaky robot buddy to the skyscrapers and glassy towers surrounding me. Now I'm just left in the backseat, Po rolling around on my lap, his tongue lolling around stupidly, his wide black eyes glinting as he played around with the dangling pendant from my sore neck. His fluffy white coat hairs straying on the leather car seats, he was a Maltese, got him for my birthday when he was days old. Well after Rex died, my pug.

I just stared out the window, I decided not to rest my face on my hands, I didn't want to smudge the dark eyeshadow I applied with so much effort. I didn't have any friends, just Po and myself. I watched as a flight zoom by, pearly white against the light cobalt blue sky. Mum's taking me to the Robot museum over in Tokyo, just a bunch of rubbish on how robots came to be. Mum's a scientist, specifically specialised in making some bots who basically do nothing. They aren't even aesthetic! I'm going to honestly say, they look like pieces of metal put together to look humanoid with a dead lunatic face. Nothing special.

I dragged my loaded shock orange suitcase from the Uber, my patchwork bag slung over my shoulder as I went on after Po as he galloped exited towards my mum, his cut short hair flowing behind as his hairy ears flapped madly. I lifted the suitcase over slabs of concrete, my dark red sneakers digging into the gravel while my suitcase stuck into the loose grey rubble at the scarred wheels.

I saw my mum. Dark hair, streaking bold amber eyes, wide monolid with glinting white teeth and dramatically short bobbed hair, curled lightly, dark and ultramarine.

I gave a quiet wave at my mother who just stood smiling wildly, the ugly robot waved continuously, beeping with hi's, electric blue smiley face on his tv like screen, apparently its face.

TIME SKIP

Mum said this morning we'd be going to the museum. Got too late last night according to her. I grabbed my phone by rubber cat ear of the pink case, swiping through to see if my old friend I had in 5th grade messaged me, just in case she remembered. I sighed, disheartened with my latest message from my old gran who I replied to last night with a cheery "Thank You, Grandma".

I was surprised, pets were allowed to enter, although they could be left at a small playground.

"Well, uh Aimi! I'll look after Po for the afternoon, you can take BiBot with you to explore the museum! Uh, come back by 6:30pm, a bit before would be better.", my mother smiled wide and enthusiastically, but I wasn't.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." I put Po down, giving him a last kiss before strutting away, the stupid robot trailing behind.

I looked down at my phone, the map of the Museum screenshotted into my iPhone. I pushed my uneven bangs behind my ornamented ears, stray hairs of dusky purple against my tanning face. Out of utter frustration, I exhaled sharply, my eyelashes twitching uncomfortably, the phone vibrating with "battery low" labelled clearly. I dumped my phone into the ample pockets of my jumper, irritated and agitated by how lost I was feeling.

I slumped down on the wooden bench, my hands resting against the wood, face sullen, eyelids drooping with the loss of excitement.

"Uh!!! Nothing is going to turn out right! It's all because of these horrible robots!!!", I bellowed, kicking the canister bin mercilessly that scraps of wasted tissue came flying out but all that really happened was that a thickening pain jabbed through my foot, my nails ached out of deep passions of seething agony.

I shrivelled down to my bench, clutching my foot, squeezing the rushing pain that bubbled through my veins. Silent, acidic tears trailed down my light freckled cheeks, mingling with the beaded sweat of anxiousness. I scrunched my nose, screwing my eyes into a lather of tightness. I didn't know what to do. I whimpered, arching my back as the tears flowed freely for no one was going to stop them.

"I know... that if you were still here... I wouldn't be like this, mum wouldn't be like this, even life would have been better. Why'd you leave me, dad?", I wept, crystal tears rolled down, slipping into the fabric of my tights.

"Miss Aimi. I am here for your assistance, please order me something", Bibot spoke up, bowing its head low towards my feet.

My eyes turned sharply to its face, my eyes fiery and my blood pumping with fury.

I stood up, my leg firm on the ground ignoring the pain.

"You know what, I actually do have an order for you and that is to shut your irritating mouth up and leave me alone!!!", groaned, picking my backpack up and limped towards a bright red door.

I turned halfway, pivoting to look back at the lifeless creature.

"And I'm sure I won't need a bit of your assistance, I'm fine on my own. Thank you", I stated curtly, nose stud heating up from the hot air I blew from my nose. I pushed open the door that clearly stated... "Authorised Personnel Only"

I felt like nothing for a moment. Just going down and down until I'd finally hit the floor. Jut my heartbeat soaring and an unconscious feeling of nothing slipped into my soul. I felt something hit hard against my face, my forehead precisely and I rushed right into something, missing the ball pit. I rubbed my hand against my forehead, trying to soothe the struck pain until I realised the blaring red button that said, "do not press".

I didn't understand what was going on until I realised things didn't feel right. My phone vibrated uncontrollably while white eyes watched intently into mine. The silvery figure moved out the curtains, a monstrous robot, humanoid with a rogue twisted smile and a dagger out his arm...