What are Those Small Robots Doing in Your Silverware Drawer?
“What’s that noise?”
Silence. Then I heard it again.
“What’s that noise? What
are you kids doing?”
The kids both walked in and looked at me as if I had lost my
mind. Then I heard it again. The sound reminded me of a train switching
tracks at a distant railroad station, sort of screech and then some rattling
and a bump. The sound seemed to be
coming from the kitchen.
“Oh, no, the washing machine.”
I ran to the kitchen remembering that I had overloaded the washer when I
put in a load of jeans earlier. Much to my surprise, the washer had completed its cycle, and the clothes were waiting patiently to be transferred to the drier. I transferred the clothes and listened.
I heard it again. Screech. Rattle. Bump.
By now, Sally and Sam, both trembling and hugging my legs tightly, pointed to the cabinet. The top
drawer was in motion.
Now I was trembling.
Carefully I placed my hand on the drawer pull. Should I open it, I wondered. It rattled again. Ever so slowly I slid the drawer toward me while Sally and Sam backed away.
Inside a dozen silver robots were practicing marching in formation. Their tiny feet balanced
precariously on the tines of the forks. What are you doing?” I asked.
“Practicing.” Was the reply from their leader.
“Practicing for what?” I asked.
“Getting away,’ they all responded, their tiny little faces peering up in fear.
“Away from what?”
So now you know what the robots were doing in the silverware drawer.