Three of us carry the broken fem-bots away.
They have been used, abused, filled with organic human matter, and are now useless at their jobs.
They have merely been put into stasis, but can still see and “think”, if we artificials are capable of such a thing.
We walk across the barren plane to dump the bots into open dump-holes where they will be piled on top of others until the day when their batteries eventually fail.
That could be decades.
I wonder if the same will happen to us—we three dump-bots whose sole purpose is to discard.
Elliot Pearson
Elliot Pearson is a writer of speculative fiction and is also a poet. His work has appeared in various anthologies, journals, and magazines, including several past issues of The Stygian Lepus.