My maker picks me up and places me in some sort of box. I want to scream, to say, take me back! Keep me with you! I don't know where I am going! I don't know what I am! Tell me more! My thoughts do nothing to stop the man. I am set down on a flat surface and he gazes at me for a moment. "Min lille robot", he says fondly. (My little Robot) I look back, for that is all I can do. Oh, how I long to move, to get back to my creator, the kind man.
I think many hours go by before people walk in. They stare at me for a moment, then things next to me for a while. I watch them. Some speak, pointing at me, then saying "robot". It is the same word my creator used for me. Maybe that's what I am. A robot. Most people just look. I desperately want to learn their language. It has SO many sounds! I don't think I will ever master it. I want to participate in making the strange noises. I will try to learn their language.
The blue floating thing appears to be a "ballong".(balloon) The melting, drippy, white thing is "Iskrem" (Ice cream) I think. I am a robot, and the miniature person is a "dukke". (doll)My creator is called Aldis, or, more often, Herr Nielsen.
I still sit in that spot. I think many years have passed, for Aldis has grown white haired and weak. A little girl is running in. She yells the word for mother, "Mama, Mama!" I know that I will be ignored for another. I always have. The girl is being told to quiet down. She whispers, "Jeg ønsker at robot!" (I want that robot!) She is pointing directly at me! Can it be true? Will I finally go on an adventure? Or will my hopes be dashed because she wants another? The mother walks over to me, and reaching out her long arm,She snags me off the shelf. She walks over to Aldis and he puts me in a bag with a final farewell. I am sad to leave my creator, but I hope for the joys that await me with the little girl.
The little girl takes me to a big building. She talks to me as if I were able to talk back. It makes me so happy, for I know I cannot. After a while, she says, “Jeg skulle ønske du kunne snakke med meg, Abel”. (I wish you could talk to me, Abel) She calls me Abel, not robot. Maybe that is my name. All Aldis ever called me was “Min lille robot”. The little girl tells me her name. She is called Skyla. Skyla is very nice to me. She talks to me, takes me places, and plays with me.
It has been so long since I came from Aldis's place. I am so desprate to talk that I am going to try. Skyla has been talking to me. She just asked me to talk to her, so I tried. I found my mouth and tried to form the words. I know the word for greeting someone is hola(hello), so that's what I try to say. All that is coming out is garbled sounds! I try harder and harder to no avail. I must not be able to speak. Skyla is yelling! She says “Jeg visste det! Jeg visste du kunne snakke! Du er min hemmelighet. Jeg vil ikke fortelle andre om deg, Abel.” (I knew it! I knew you could speak! You're my secret! I won't tell anyone about you, Abel.)
It has been five years since I first spoke. I know the language of my friends now. I can speak it fluently. Tanto tiempo que ahora!(So long for now!)