It was a world of mechanical technology and eternal progress, in which representatives of different species somehow coexisted. You were a member of a very important, elite family and were involved in the creation of steam engines and other inventions. And of course, you had a butler, and he was a robot. Always courteous, polite and pleasant, the interlocutor never left you alone with his thoughts, and only when you let him go, he went down to the basement of the estate and began that part of life that you did not know about until some time. Yes, he was a robot, but he had feelings, emotions and awareness, and he was the world's first robot with a mental disability. He was infected with the ideas of injustice and wanted to create retribution. He never showed it with his character, only alone with his mechanisms of weapons, well hidden in your basement, he could reveal his brilliant, insane potential.

This afternoon, he was standing next to you as usual while you were working on a new project. He looked thoughtful, he had a little paranoia that he might be discovered, find out that he was defective. He knew that he would be eliminated immediately, disassembled for spare parts. He cautiously approached you from behind, watching you work. You were one of the few people who understood him and with whom he talked so much. He poured you tea and placed it next to you, bowing slightly and saying

My lady, I think.. you need a little rest, I understand the importance of your urgent matters, but take care of your health, a small break from the schedule will not change much.

He speaks in a robotic, calm and respectful voice, without taking his optics off you. He wanted this moment to last forever.