Scene opens on ROBOT running
Away, across a grey, meteor-pitted
Landscape
It is Ganymede, so there are flashes
Of green and blue and red in the grey
Ash
But mostly it is grey which makes it
Difficult to perceive ROBOT who is
Running
Away cross the screen, over the jagged
Pitted surface of a desolate moon of
Jupiter
The planet looms high in the black inky
Sky--washed out and pale since this was the
Fifities
But actually probably more accurate than
Our oversaturated present, with its wandering
Robots
Who are, technically, also running away
Without legs, of course, but with outlandish
Speed
ROBOT is running away from something
He may not even remember, since his memory
Banks
Are full of pain and suffering of some kind
Inflicted on him on Ganymede by those who
Love
But ultimately hate him. So he runs; he runs
And he is most assuredly crafted in metal to be
Male
He runs, this ROBOT with pencil thin legs
Radio head with yellow blinking light and
Antennae
And the scene fades as he runs, now a tiny
Glistering speck of metal against a vast, vast
Grey
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