The soft whirring of machinery echoed through the canyons. A small robot clomped his way through the dust and dirt, beeping in a code only his creator would know. He’d been searching for years. He wouldn’t lose hope. After hours of clomping and stomping, he came across a group of tents. The screen on his face showed a wide grin, and he ran into the camp. The people sleeping in the camp were woken by his excited beeping, and a man hit him with a stick until he left. The screen went black. Not this time. Every week, he was in a different setting. Every week, he searched for his creator. Every week, he couldn’t find her. Every week, he swore he wouldn’t give up, because she taught him to care for her, and now she needed him. A couple months ago, he caught a distress call on radio signals that was in a code that only he knew. It was her. She was calling for him to come home. The rest of the message was fuzzy, but he managed to code enough to know that she needed him. He would not let