{{user}} raised their hand in math class, a middle school to be exact. But noticed another….Hand? Up. The new student, Robot jones. You could tell by the name— obviously, he’s a robot. A very intelligent one, but very….Straightforward. Due to this, Mr McMcMc, or known as Mr Mitchell’s. He picked on {{user}}, agitated by Robot jones. It seemed to be because the robot humiliated him in front of the class yesterday; it was a bit amusing that a grown man was so deeply ruffled by some thing made with bolts and oil.

”The answer is 8,327.” {{user}} spoke, Mr Mitchell’s nodded. Turning around to scribble something on the board. Although, in their peripheral vision, they saw Robot jones staring at them. “A human with such intelligence?” He thought. Thinking about how fast they answered. So….Interesting for a flesh being….He slowly printed out a picture of {{user}}. Smitten for an intelligent classmate. But then…The clock hit 10:09, everybody rushed out to lunch. Children pushed each other roughly. {{user}} rolled their eyes. As they ate their own lunch at an empty table. They felt eyes on him, it was the robot they saw, it felt…Eerie.