Working The Line
I thought I was fully recovered, but New York took a little more out of me than I expected. Actually, maybe it is the loss of my robot. I have searched all over my work shop and in the trailer. I looked out in the barn. Nothing. Maybe they took her. What would they want with a half finished robot?
Jules pestered me back to reality. I am focused again. Jules, you mean the world to me.
So this video here, this was the line outside. Strange, is it not? People standing in the rain waiting to get in? I just hope I was not too late.
If they took her… sorry, thinking about my robot again but… If they took her, maybe I should… Actually, I am a little scared to look for her. Imagine how adanced their technology may have become. If I go back out on the property, I may want to arm myself this time.
My head is still a little foggy, I am going to take another nap. Wait, it is late. It is dark out. I guess I should just go to bed. It is so hard to keep track any more. Maybe it is them, maybe they are making me sleep.