Superbdude1

Purpose by: Nathan Remick The house was buzzing that evening. An electrifying sense of tension flowed from room to room as forms of different shapes and sizes zoomed this way and that purposefully. The house was more alive than it had ever been before, yet the only "life" was a single elderly man, nestled in his bed on the top floor. All the commotion in the house was coming from service robots, large and small, all scrambling to serve their aging master. The whole house was filled with robots, to the point of the endless ebb and flow spilling out into the surrounding streets.  For miles, an undulating mass of machines could be seen. Lik