It's the year 2060 and things have changed since then. Robots don't  have feelings they said..
They ruled us for decades, treated us like slaves, tortured our parts by electrifying us.
I am a 6 year  robot and they called me old, useless.  They threw me in the dumpster ,left me to burn in that hell hole. And there where hope was lost I found the tin box , something different. A story of steel and tin in the big bin.
I have never seen someone like her before, maybe through the rise of technology her existence became vague. But  no one could see her perfectly squared body.
A spark ran through my circuits. I moved towards her, and said "hey there."
she turned and said "Jell-O" ,I laughed as I always found this joke funny.
"What were you used for?" I asked.
"Oh, my use was over when I got old and covered with rust."
"But that rust makes my compiler skip a code." It was too late to take back that greasy line.
Her rust turned red. My core read well said.
A connection was formed, apart from those human norms.
~ Mansi Gupta. (Collaboration)