During my time spent in the south of France, I met a man who I became very close to.
He was, oddly enough, a robot like myself. I met him while he was busking outside the shop I lived in and I was so suprised to find that there were other robotic people like me. He told me his name was ‘Jacque Le Click-Clack’ and he was built by a man who worked on carnival rides. Jacque often appeared as a side-show attraction at fairs and other public festivities.
I found it strange that he had a last name. I had always wanted a last name and he offered to share it with me. I accepted and I spent the hours when I wasn’t working as a shop window manequinn singing duets with my new friend until night time came. Then, he would leave with the money we both made that day. I never knew where he went to at night and he never told me when I asked him.
He was a very charming gentlemen with a rather strange sense of humor. He often smoked cigarettes because he told me it made him feel human. I found it rather sad that he would want to feel like a human being. He also had this ghastly twitch where he would make an unexpected clicking noise that sounded like noisy radio static. He never even realised he had that twitch.
One day, while he was waiting for me on the other side of the town we both lived in, it began to rain. Without my umbrella there to protect him from the gloomy weather, he began to rust. His moving parts locked in place and most of his wiring became frazzled. I was told his creator then sold him for scrap metal due to his condition.
I truely miss him and I sometimes sketch pictures like the ones here of him so I don’t forget him. My memory has become terrible over time so little things such as drawing faces of my friends often helps me remember them.
I feel sad when I think of what we could have acheived together. He always made me laugh and belive me, I’m not much of a funny-har-har kind of girl. Cuckoo even said that I might have been in love with him but I’m told that one can only fall in love if a flying, naked baby shoots you with an arrow.
Love is very strange indeed.