In a galaxy far far away, there lived three little pig-robots with their mother on Earth 2 in an artificial forest. They lived in a colourful cottage – factory with robot arms holding pans and machines that automatically made a nice cup of coffee. Every day they would spend their time making inventions, experimenting with liquids and playing in the metallic playhouse.
Their mother was a pretty pig for her kind, had pink artificial skin and loving eyes with large blue irises. She invented useful tools, like the AI multi-tasker, which cleaned up without leaving a trace of that usual bolts and nut cereal.
The three little big-robots looked much like their mother, except two of them were twin boys and had shorter eyelashes. The girl pig-robot had a gold earring pierced on her right ear and greenish irises. While the twins wore T-shirts and soft factory-made trousers, she wore a short dress and special shoes that made no sound if she ever had to make a quick escape.
The three little pig-robots eventually grew into three matured pig-robot teenagers. They battled with their robot Nerf guns and water pistols for more room. Finally, with an ache in her heart, their mother decided they really had to go find homes of their own.
“Go out into the robot forest, and build homes there. I wish you good luck,” she said heavily. “Beware of the big bad AI wolf.”
The three little pig-robots trotted and brought their belongings into the forest, each wondering what to build their new homes with. They stopped at a stall selling moving robot arm straw.
The first little pig robot stepped forward and asked the robot seller, “May I have this big pile of moving robot arm straw for eight robotic coins?”
The seller agreed and the first little pig robot found a good grassy spot in the artificial forest. He set straight to work and built a foundation, walls, a tiled and patterned roof, a hole for a window, and a layered moving robot arm straw door. His brother and sister looked upon it and frowned.
“Isn’t it fantastic?” he inquired them. “Look at this beautiful house! I bet you two pig-robots would love, love this!”
But the two pig-robots shook their mechanical heads and chorused, “Sorry, but we think there is a material much better than this.”
The first little pig-robot shrugged and went back inside his house, making loud noises as he moved metal chairs and pans around.
The two pig-robots continued on their journey, until they stopped at a stall selling artificial wood logs.
The second little pig-robot questioned the robot seller, “May I have this large pile of artificial wood logs for five robotic coins?”
Once the seller took the coins and waved them good-bye, the second little pig-robot found a treeless spot in the artificial
forest. Excited by his new logs, he began putting one log over another like Jenga blocks for the foundation, stacks for the walls, a hole for windows, two logs across one another for a good roof and a simple door tied together with string. HIs sister glanced at it and narrowed her long-lashed eyes.
“Isn’t it excellent?” he grinned at her. “Look at this piece of art! I’m sure you’ll love this!”
The pig-robot sighed. “I’m sorry, but I’m certain there is an even better material than moving robot arm straw and artificial wood logs.”
The second little pig-robot raised an eyebrow and trotted back inside his cabin, shuffling through papers as he went.
The sun was slowly making its way through the sky and shone on the hurrying pig-robot. She needed to find another material than moving robot arm straw and artificial wood logs before it got dark. Or else the big bad AI wolf would come for her techno-pork meat.
She soon stopped at a stall selling magnetic bricks. “May I have these magnetic bricks for six robotic coins?” she asked the robot seller.
After the seller accepted the price, the third little pig-robot found a bush and decided to build there. With a twinkle in her eye, she quickly stuck together the magnetic bricks, one by one, on the walls, the foundation, the door and the roof, plus an extra two windows for air conditioning.
As night fell, the third little pig-robot climbed nimbly to the roof and yelled to anyone who could hear her, “My magnetic brick cottage is the best of all!”
The next morning, the big bad AI wolf arrived at the first little pig-robot’s house. “Little pig-robot, little pig-robot, let me in!” he shrieked at him.
The little pig-robot remembered their mother’s warning, and replied, Not by the nails of my chinny chin chin!”
“Then I’ll use my giant fan machine to blow your house in!” yelled the big bad AI wolf.
He turned on the giant fan machine. It huffed and puffed until it blew the house in. Even the moving robot arm straw couldn’t prevent this by overlapping themselves.
The first little pig-robot ran as fast as his legs could go and raced into the second little pig-robot’s cabin. The big bad AI wolf, chased after him and came to the cabin. He knocked on the door.
“Little pig-robots, little pig-robots, let me in!” he hissed evilly.
“Not by the nails of our chinny chin chins !” snapped the pig-robots.
“Then I’ll use my giant fan machine to blow your house in!” screeched the big bad AI wolf.
He turned on the giant fan machine. It huffed and puffed until it blew the house in. Even the artificial wood logs toppled over by the strong force of the wind.
The twins ran again, with the big bad Al wolf on their tails. They bolted to their sister’s cottage and dashed inside, slamming the magnetic brick door behind them.
“Little pig-robots, little pig-robots, let me in!” screamed the big bad АI wolf.
“Not by the nails of our chinny chin chins!” answered the little pig-robots.
“Then I’ll use my giant fan machine to blow your house in!” threatened the big bad AI wolf.
He turned on the giant fan machine. It huffed and puffed, but the house stayed fixed to the ground because of the magnetic bricks joining each other!
“How can this be?” roared the big bad AI wolf.
In anger he bashed the door open, expecting to see scared little pig-robots waiting to be devoured. But he saw determined faces of the pig-robots, holding ropes that were impossible to break through.
“What?! exclaimed the big bad AI wolf waiting to pounce at them, but he was silenced, muffled and tied up.
“Time for the special treatment,” said the third little pig-robot, holding a projector.
She pressed a red button, and it shot a ray at the big bad AI wolf. He quickly faded into nothingness.
The three little pig-robots exchanged smiles and chorused, ”And we bet on the nails of our chinny chin chins that we won’t be seeing him ever again!”
They burst into giggling laughter.
Melanie’s writing journey 