I am the Time Keeper. It is my design.
My program calls for it. My maker demanded it. My coding perfected it.
So, here I sit, alone in my room. Watching time roll on before me with a slow, rhythmic pacing through the little window at my side. It never ceases. It is time. It is perfection. My mechanical hand moves with one motion. Tap. Tap. Tap. That is all.
A single touch with every second that rolls on. I keep the time, the hours and seconds and minutes that pass me by like the forward progression of existence that encompasses all things. The clicking of my fingers, once soft, now creaks as the plated knuckles grind against the movements.
I have been doing this for a long time.
My maker told me to keep the time until he returned. I watched the world fall to war, to warmth, and waste. I don’t think humans are out there any longer. The grass is no longer green. The sky is a hazy grey. My neck needs oiling for it cannot turn any longer. So, here I sit, alone in my room. Watching time roll on before me with a slow pacing through the little window at my side, just as I have for the last three hundred years.
And it is so quiet.
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