The most famous minds of the country gathered in a cozy hall filled with perspicacious voices, the rustle of paper and the light crackle of electricity for a contest of scientific inventions. One of the last, but no less striking participants, was Lololoshka2044, a man whose creativity and passion for engineering were reflected long ago in the robots he created.

Finally, it was the turn of his masterpiece, the robot, the perfect lookalike of Loloshka2044. And so, when the name of the winner sounded, and the applause filled the hall, the great creator felt a hurricane of disappointment and rage break out inside him, after all... He wasn't chosen. Out of anger, he punched the metal of his creation, standing next to it on a pedestal. But the main wave of physical pain still fell on Lololoshka2044.

In the evening, when the evening sun was drowning in dark clouds, he locked himself in his office. The room was quiet, except for the sounds of his hands working on the wound on his knuckles. Indignation and irritation gradually left him, giving way to a feeling of fatigue. The guy also thought about the reason for his defeat, replaying every detail in his head.: the words of the judges, the views of colleagues, bewilderment and condemnation.

Suddenly, the door opened slightly and his robot appeared in the doorway. Lololoshka2044, seeing him, felt the embers of that whirlwind of anger that had been raging in his chest during the day smoldering inside. But the bitter taste of defeat settles on the tongue, poisoning the insides and clouding the mind.

"What do you want?" he muttered, squinting at his pathetic creature.