The next morning, the sun rose on a street littered with leaves. Robokeh was on his lawn, picking up debris with surgical tweezers. When he saw me, he didn't wave. He simply raised the 3D-printed octopus, now slightly chipped, and turned it so it faced my house.
Robokeh had done it. I knew because I saw a smear of coffee-ground grease on his pristine white chassis. robokeh my neighbor
Robokeh my neighbor. The blur in my foreground. The sharpest thing I’ve ever known. The next morning, the sun rose on a