Genres: Science Fiction
Robots Don’t Cry
by George Edwards
I walked alone down a road with farms on all sides, cowboy hat on my head.
“Where am I Marco Polo?” I knew where I was, of course, but Marco Polo could see better.
He fed me all the data he could. He was one of the few satellites still orbiting earth after years of neglect.
“Thank you sir,” I said after his transmission ended. He gave me my exact location. I walked for hours.
A pick-up truck rambled up the road behind me, an odd noise for times like these. I stuck my thumb out.
The truck slowed and cracked its window. A grizzled old man was behind the wheel said, “Where ya headed?”
Using the friendliest voice in my bank I replied, “East, sir, to Auburn.”
He leaned over and opened his door for me. “Hop in,” he said.