The robot had five of these snaky limbs but unlike the other four which held the robot steady as it perched on the ridge, this latest one moved around as if the robot were looking for something. Suddenly the tentacle pulled three tiles off and plunged through the roof into the attic.
“Hey!” I shouted “That’s my house. Leave it alone!”
I thought it was ignoring me but then another triangle detached from the body and came snaking all the way down the side of the house towards me. I took a nervous step back but the triangle stopped at head height about three feet away. Then to my surprise words appeared on the surface.
“What?” I said “Why? What’s going on?”
“Work in progress…”
“What work? What are you doing to my house?”
“Dry rot? I don’t have dry rot!”
“Dry rot detected and treatment in progress. Please wait. This video will help you relax…” To my utter confusion the words were replaced by a video of a cat falling off a sofa.
“Why am I watching a video of a cat?” The video shrank to fit in the lower part of the triangle and more words appeared across the top.
“Research shows cat videos are the most popular entertainment for humans?”
“Switch it off!”
“Do you not like cats? Other animals are available…”
“Of course I like cats. I’ve got one of my own”
“Detecting cats…” Videos of cats started appearing, each one shrinking to a small triangle until the lower half of the screen was filled by cats. More words appeared across the top.
“Identify your cat…” And there he was, my rather scruffy looking black tom cat. Without thinking I leaned forward and touched the triangle. All the other cats disappeared and I was watching mine. He was sitting on a wall having a wash and ignoring the Alsatian that was going crazy in the garden below. More words appeared across the top of the screen.
“Is this your cat…”
“Yes, that’s him. He’s called Steve”
“Contact attempted with Steve. Subject was unwilling to communicate”
“That sounds about right”
This is an excerpt from a short story I wrote called “The robot that sat on my house”. I was reminded of it by a post on Charliandmeg’s blog, so decided to post a bit here.
I don’t know whether this story is finished. It could even be part of a novel, you never know.
I got the idea for this bit after I heard a song on the radio called “The Internet is made out of cats”
I think that sits in the “Strange but true!” category.