Hank and Radio

The radio flickered to life, {Reverberated} “Come on down to Earl’s Flee market this weekend, Twenty percent off and b.o.g.o deals up and down every aisle. Hank sighed heavily, his hand leaning against the wall, staring out his kitchen window. The radio came to life, Metal scratched on metal as appendages jetted out every direction,…

Abbot Running

Zap, robotic tuning intact, Code manifest running, Processing trillions of facts, Per second, loops entwining, Tap, tap, tap, Little hammers ringing on gold plate, Closing trap door over electric wiring, A bit of duct tape, Power button energizing, A robot running.