The Kaebot has an unparalleled predisposition for operation opposite a display, as evidenced by its incomparable distaste for manual labor. This distaste is not to be confused with its commanding behavioral malady: fucking laziness.
Kaebot Model Eight has pulled less than her fair share of weeds this afternoon. (It should be noted she believes it to be morning due to her aforementioned malady.) She rests gloved, belly-side-down, in the shade as the TRMBot prepares the lawnmower. Model Eight hopes it fails to start lest she have to move. The mower betrays her.
TRMBot pushes the machine along the yard’s outermost stretch. It grazes the garden and the Kaebot rolls over to admire the dirt and the dust as they reveal themselves in the sunlight. She flops around until she finds herself standing. With exactly one sixteenth ounce of intention, she sets course to retrieve the weed eater and follow the TRMBot’s path, passionately hoping a dragonfly or flutterby will materialize to distract her. They must be busy.
Standing in the shed, like every shed she’s ever been in, she can see what she’s breathing. There, Eight sizes up the weed eater. Her shoulders begin to hurt.
A muffled cry: “Eight! They’re here for you!”
Ever the shed zombie, she peels the door away. The sun conspicuously absent, a shadow asserts itself upon the neighborhood. More relived than curious, she humors the TRMBot who is pointing hastily at the sky.
It’s aliens and they’re here to teach her the secrets of the universe and take her to space to be space-awesome forever and ever and ever.
PEACE OUT SUCKERS!!!!
I hate yardwork and also am lazy the end.
