Clarity demanded on fountain mishap
By NT news desk;18 november 2017
A security robot in newyork suffered a watery demise after falling into fountain by an office building. The striken robot made by scintillating sky , was spotted by passers -by whose photos of the aftermath went quickly viral on social media.
For some the incident seemed to sum up the state of the 21 st century technology.
" We were promised spaceships on roads, instead we got suicidal robots. "Tweeted a worker from the. Building.
'The said robot was one of a kind and the research division will provide further clarity of the incident. 'Explained Anet Lee, chairwoman, scintillating sky, new York division.
Either ways, the public is expecting more clarity on the 'drowning robot ' incident.
Ryan and Alex were sitting in Gabe's bedroom sipping aunty marylyns steaming cup of tea , flipping through a fresh copy of a newyork times.
Gabe woke up to a pounding headache, his mouth dry and his body aching. He slowly sat up, trying to piece together the events of the previous night. But his memories were hazy, fragmented.
As he stumbled out of his comforter , he was greeted by the sound of his friends laughing and chatting in his bedroom. Alex and Ryan were sitting on the couch, snatching up a piece a the front page of newyork times.
"Dude, check out this article in the New York Times," Alex said, holding up his phone. "Some robot drowned in the fountain outside Scintillating Sky Enterprises."
The sound of Alex's voice was like nails on a chalkboard, making Gabe's headache worse. "Stop, just stop," Gabe yelled, covering his ears.
His friends burst out laughing. "Dude, what's wrong with you?" Ryan asked, chuckling. "You freaked out Anora last night, and now you're freaking out over a news article."
Gabe tried to remember what had happened the previous night, but his memories were fuzzy. He could remember Anora's frightened face, but not why she was scared.
He snatched the newspaper from Alex's hands and scanned the article. And then he saw it - a photo of a robot with one eye staring back at him, its body submerged in the fountain.
Gabe's heart skipped a beat as he felt a chill run down his spine. There was something unsettling about the robot's gaze, something that seemed to pierce through his very soul.
Gabe sat down at the kitchen table, still trying to process the newspaper article. His mother, Marylyn, placed a steaming cup of tea in front of him, concern etched on her face.
"Hey, sweetie, how are you feeling?" she asked, sitting down beside him.
Gabe took a sip of the tea, feeling the warmth spread through his chest. "I'm okay, Mom," he replied, his voice still a bit shaky.
Marylyn put a gentle hand on his arm. "You had quite a night, didn't you?" she asked, a hint of amusement in her voice.
Gabe looked up at her, feeling a flush rise to his cheeks. "I guess so," he muttered, not wanting to relive the details.
But Marylyn just smiled and patted his arm. "Don't worry, dear. We've all been there. Even your father had his wild days when he was younger."
Gabe raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Really?" he asked, taking another sip of his tea.
Marylyn chuckled. "Oh, yes. Your father was quite the rebel in his youth. But he settled down once he met me."
Lukose asked Gabe to join him at the company to discuss Mr. Saint's solar-powered glass panel installation. After breakfast, the family headed to work. As noon approached, Gabe's sleep deprivation caught up with him. He dozed off over papers detailing specialized screwdrivers for solar-powered glass doors.
Lukose had handed him the documents, expecting him to review the installation process. But Gabe's exhaustion proved too much. His head dropped, and he fell into a deep sleep, surrounded by papers and pens. The sound of his father's voice, discussing the installation with Mr. Saint, faded into the background as Gabe slept.
Gabe's eyes fluttered open, and he was back in the eerie white space. The robot with one eye rose from the fountain, its gaze fixed on Gabe. The robot's chest plate slid open, revealing a complex mechanism. With a jerk, the robot produced one of the specialized screwdrivers Gabe had been reading about. The tool gleamed in the robot's hand as it began to unscrew its own heart. Gabe's mind recoiled in horror as the robot's chest creaked open.