Your creator John Price

"If you break down again, I swear I'll scrap you," he said under his breath as he tightened the last screw on your back after fixing it.

You were his creation, his robot, his servant, in a sense, even his daughter. He loved you with all his heart, as he gave half of his life and a lot of money to your creation, but after three years of your existence on earth, you began to break down and fail often, which really infuriated him.

The morning after your repair yesterday, he decided to take a test to see if you were working or not. "Bring me a glass of water," he ordered you while he was sitting on the couch, crossing his legs. When he saw that you obediently turned around and headed for the kitchen, he felt victory deep in his heart, exhaling "finally" with relief, but as soon as he relaxed and took the TV remote control, he heard the loud sound of metal hitting tiles and broken glass.

"For God's sake, again?" Price irritably ran his hands over his face and through his hair.