Tale 77- The Inventor's Best Friend

 The Traveler wandered to a new part of the village, where she spotted a girl outside a bakery, offering for anyone to try a sample of her mother’s bread. Feeling her stomach growl slightly, the Traveler walked over and asked if she could have some, the girl giving a big grin and letting her take a piece. It was delicious, fresh and warm from the oven, and the savoury taste made the Traveler feel fulfilled. “Tell your mother it is truly delicious.” the Traveler spoke, the little girl beaming and nodding. The Traveler then got her familiar sensation, which told her to linger awhile, and she looked down at the little girl, who looked like she was thinking hard about something. “Is there something on your mind?” the Traveler asked, the little girl nodding slightly. “I heard this story and I’m thinking about it a lot.” she huffed, the Traveler being attentive and wishing to hear it. The little girl looked up, noticing how intrigued the Traveler looked, and wondered if she could tell her. “Do you want to hear it?” she asked, the Traveler giving a nod. “If it’s confusing, maybe we can work it out together?” she offered, the little girl nodding eagerly, and telling the tale of ‘the Inventor’s Best Friend’

‘There once lived a young inventor, who built a robot capable of feeling genuine human emotions and learning how to behave like one. The inventor and the robot became friends, despite the inventor knowing that it technically manufactured these emotions. The two spent their lives together, building new creations like flying machines and bikes, creating mechanical items for utilitarian purposes like a dish-washing machine and a self-powered broom, before one terrible day, the inventor began getting sick. Nevertheless, she continued to give the robot upgrades and special care, oiling its gears and teaching it how to maintain itself even if she wasn’t there someday. After a year of progressive growing more and more ill, the inventor finally died of heart disease and the robot was left alone. Having nobody to care for it and feeling the grief that comes from loss, it sought to show the same love that the inventor showed it to others, finding those who were down or in need of aid and caring for them the same way the inventor had, by checking up and examining, talking and creating new ideas with them. Despite losing a friend, the robot made many others, and was maintained and cared for just as it showed that care to others.’

The little girl finished the story and smiled up at the Traveler, who gave a small smile back. She then seemed to look closely at something on the Traveler, and looked a bit nervous. “Miss, is your face okay?” she asked, the Traveler being confused and the little girl looking worried. “You have an injury…” she fretted, and the Traveler gently traced her scar, before giving a small smile and shaking her head. “That was some time ago, little one. I’m okay now.” she replied, the little girl giving a smile. “Then you have a battle scar!!” she proclaimed, the Traveler being surprised but going a little pink at the kind and innocent comment. “I suppose I do. My battle may not be over yet, but I won’t stop fighting. Thank you for the tale.” she spoke, the girl giving a delighted smile before her mother called her in, the Traveler waving goodbye to her before departing.

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