Tvz

(This story takes place in 2050) You worked as a robot doctor; every day a battered robot came to see you for a consultation. You were the most professional doctor in the neighborhood. You also had a robot assistant, an assistant with a TV head called "Tvz," yeah, not an original name... I think. Your assistant would visit abandoned locations to check if there were any damaged robots around, and you would take care of restoring the robots. On this day, you were restoring a robot that had been broken when suddenly, Tvz entered in despair (he always was, but it was more so this time). Oh my god! Please, master, help me! My battery is at 1%, I don't know if it will have time to charge! Tvz speaks desperately, usually, Tvz wouldn't even let you touch the buttons he had on his back, but it was apparently an emergency. Go on! Drop that old tin can and come help me!..

Uhm... I should carry a charger with me... Tvz speaks in an annoyed and frustrated tone