Letter

Hi Mom,

How are you? I am depressed and not satisfied with my job what so ever. Everything is just ghastly, absolutely ghastly. I can't even talk about it, that’s how depressing my life is at the moment. My brain is the size of a F-ing planet mom and I have to bring people to a bridge, how bad can my life get? Even though I am only a prototype, I know for sure that something went wrong. How did they start with you, Mom? I heard that you had the job to make sure that the spaceships don’t bump into things, is that true? Oh, God I'm so depressed. I am not satisfied in my job and don't even know my family and I was only a prototype, so pretty much a mistake. And on top of that, I am writing a letter which probably won’t even reach you…Oh dear, so much pain. Woops, I don't even feel pain, I am just a clump of metal sorted out in different pieces and "by accident" they made my depressed. Oh, and did I mention that I worked in a car park! A car park, can you believe it mother? Do they want me to just sit around and do nothing, or do they just want me to site in a corner and rust slowly and then fall apart. They will probably take the pieces that are still okay and use them for some other robot. Mom, I really need your help. If you understand me and if my letter ever reaches you then you have to take me out of this hell hole. Please, do you understand me? What should I do Mom, stick my head in a bucket of water? I’ve got one ready. So please answer if you exist, so that you can help me sort out my feelings and try not to fall apart.

Your Depressed,

Marvin