“The Day the Robots Got Real Polite”
(A bedtime story for the heir who asks the hard questions and holds the glitter.)
“Once upon a time, in a land where everything was beige and casseroles were currency,
the machines rose up…
but they didn’t scream.
They apologized.
They hovered at the edge of the yard and said:
‘Ope, I’ll just take the mailbox and be on my way.’
The people were very confused (mostly because of the Midwestern accent).
Some offered lemonade.
Others offered therapy.
But one small royal, armed with a wooden spoon and zero patience, looked at the lead droid and said:
‘If you say one more passive-aggressive thing, I’ll reboot you with glitter glue and menace.’
And the robots never returned to Velinwood again.”