The Robot saw the dragon on television. It had breathed fire for the first and last time, said the newsreader, who appeared just as shocked as everyone else. They showed footage of the smoke left behind, filling the sky above the ocean for miles and miles. The Robot was so surprised by the news that his eyes flashed just like they were supposed to.
The first thing he did was tighten the bolts on his arms and legs. The second thing he did was rush all the way to the workshop he had recently built, which was full of maps and chairs and human things.
The third thing he did was tell the Caveman, who had been sleeping in his workshop. The Caveman was delighted to hear the news. Now that the dragon had breathed fire, it meant that no one would care about a humble Caveman anymore. In fact, it meant they would think he no longer existed, and you can’t search for something that doesn’t exist. He sat back and waited for his family to arrive. The Boy, the Princess, the Queen. He would wait for as long as it took them to come.