I occupied my thoughts by paying close attention to the room

He always put me into the default DroidBot mode, rendering me incapable of attempting to escape. So I occupied my thoughts with taking in the minute details of his room.

It was austerely furnished and mostly looked like it wasn’t in active use. A futon mattress was folded in the corner with a comforter casually slung over it in a typical display of disorder… at least that explained why he had a cane – he would have to beat it regularly to prevent the padding from matting. He slept on it every night, whereas I was relegated to sleep next to him on the cold floor. He liked keeping me close by, like some kind of futuristic droid pet.

The nearby desk made out his work station, and it really stood out in the otherwise abandoned room – it was an absolute mess. Empty cola bottles, unwashed dishes with food stains the gods only know how old, t-shirts, a nail clipper and other unhygienic things that were the embodiment of geeks uncleanliness.