I'm the one. There is no doubt about it. I'm the finest form of life on the planet. From this room where I am to the horizon and back there is no one better than me. All the other droids or machines work in a lower place first of all, and then, they don't get the attention I do. Every morning humans gather to talk and discuss about matters I don't quite understand. Everyone gets a glass of water in front of them, but before they come, the boss in the room gives me more than a glass of water. I've never seen any robot been given such form of respect.

I see from the window other robots doing hard work, lifting stuff and bringing tools to the building. I'm on the last floor and just the best quality products reach this level. Every morning I'm fed with brownish grains that keep my wheels turning and keep my good shape. The meeting happens and then everybody calls me to do my duty. I feel so proud of my metal shining body moving around. That is so vital and important for those elegant men.

I spend the rest of the day looking down at the lives that are not my own. I feel very lucky to be so important and to be always clean. Didn't I mention that? Every seven days on the day they call Monday I get a complete assistance and they spray me with delicate products before they wash me with some yellow sponges. What a life. I've never seen a human waving a one of my kind. When the men leave the room the last one waves saying the word "lights". All becomes dark and he closes the door. Once I heard a woman calling one of the men "honey", but everybody knows that the word light is way much better.

Today I'm getting ready for my routine. I beep for the joy when the workers come to fill me with grains and water. It's amazing. When I do my duty they all take a moment and cheer in front of me, they worship me like a kind of God. Then they seat and have their human talks. When the sun sets they all move out and then a delivery man bring a giant box quite big, more or less like me. He goes out.

"Can I have your signature?" He asks.

"Of course. What is in the box?"

"A new robot, it makes different quality of coffees. Tomorrow morning we'll retire all the old bots from the floor. There are four left, but we have no more space left."

"Good evening."

"Good evening sir."

The lights go out.