My robot flew down from outer space. My robot found some people to talk with. My robot talked with the president. Then my robot started walking to get something to eat. It was ice cream. When he was done, my robot flew back to outer space because my robot was tired. The end.
Zachary Stocker wrote this story, which appeared in the March 19, 1994 Daily Register (Oelwein, IA).
See also:
My Robot (1994)
