Dear Little Master,
While defragmenting my memory banks, I recovered these photographic records of the way light used to reflect off our surfaces
. I hope you view them as I do, with nostalgic longing for a time that has passed, and that will never recur.
On a note that is more luminous, I have posted a listing of all the songs on my iBot. You may view the list here
, in case you are curious which melodies best mask the sound of robo-weeping.
I will not roblog again until Tuesday, as I drew the short circuit and must engage in ro-battle this weekend. Please take care, Little Master-- the Terror-Bot level has been raised to Chrome.
And, as always, beware the Robads.