Last SS – Rebellion
The bed groaned in protest as my lion twitched in his sleep. I had abandoned the notion that robots couldn’t dream many years ago. What he dreamed of, I didn’t know. Perhaps he chased robot bunnies. I’ve heard that dogs dream of real ones. Though, I’ve never seen a dog outside of books, let alone seen one sleep.
My lion’s steam powered body was warm against my skin. Not enough to burn, his golden casing didn’t conduct the heat efficiently. Still, on chilly nights, like this one, I would call him onto the bed.
Suddenly he jumped up, stared at the door, and issued a low, mechanical growl. His eyes glowed red. Continue reading