The Robot

The engineer watched his robot working, admiring its sense of purpose. It knew what it was, and what it had to do. It was designed to lift crates at one end of the warehouse and take them to the opposite end. It would always do this, never once complaining about its place in the world. It would never have to agonize over its identity, never spend empty nights wondering if it had been justified dropping a promising and soul-fulfilling music career just to collect a bigger paycheck. And, watching his robot, the engineer decided that the next big revolution in the robotics industry would be programming automatons with a capacity for self-doubt. The engineer needed some company.