There are huge, lonely, dull, cell-like orbs hung in mid-air and I'm in one of them. My days are spent with no human (not that I WANT to see them) or robot contact. The cell is a shambles, without any light to complete it and just somethin, just something, other than hatred. Night and day, I'm moveable from here, but it was never my choice to be here and it never will be.

Swiftly fluttering, a beautiful butterfly, beaming with grace, perches on a broken prison bar. My eyes caught a quick glimpse of the creature therefore I rose up onto my feet. I slothfully stepped leisurely onwards. As I reach the window I arch my finger and the beauty filled insect edged onto my hand. I slowly brought it inside this lifeless place I call home. Must I seem like a gentle giant to this creature?

I glare out of the window. My unspeakable system instantly gets flashes of images of the day the Travesty, happened. It was a bad experience, with the T.O.B. - Troop Of Butterflys - when they took away my best friend. My one and ONLY friend. I miss him so much. It just really wasn't fair. I'm not even a sane robot anymore! Do I really have to endure this torment.

My eyes Burn to a redness. The wires within me, pushes me back to the verge of reality. BANG! My reflexes scrape the butterfly. The creature lies recumbent across my metal suface of a hand. I carefully let it go on the window sill. I used my finger to flick it far off in to the nothingness.

What is this feeling? That is glowing inside me? I feel nothing. Nothing but Joy! The flames that was building up inside of me has calmed down like water thrown upon the fire. I feel myself cool down now. Now and only now do I feel relived.