A new word was spreading across the island. The word was Roz. Everyone was talking about the robot. And they wanted nothing to do with her.
“I don’t think I’ll ever feel comfortable knowing that Roz is on the prowl.”
“I hope Roz camouflages herself as a rock. Forever.”
“Shhh! There’s Roz now! Let’s get out of here!”
Roz wandered the island, covered in dirt and green growing things, and everywhere she went, she heard unfriendly words. The words would have made most creatures quite sad, but as you know, robots don’t feel emotions, and in these moments that was probably for the best.