The Robots

The robots took turns prodding the machine. They were envious of the machine because it was not a robot. It was artificial but not intelligent. It was alive in an oblivious way. Eventually they ate the machine but nobody really ate the machine. Nobody eats anything except electricity. The robots were the machine. The robots walked away from the machine. They walked outside. All the grass was gone. The dirt was concrete. None of the little bugs the robots remembered were alive. Their bug bodies were in a museum some place far away.