The bot was there again at the end of my bed, watching over me with empty eyes, only I knew that wasn’t true now, it had been recording everything and feeding my life back to the government.
The bot give me its normal, ‘good morning, did you sleep well? What can I get for you today?’ speech and I replied with my normal, ‘morning, thank you I did, any messages?’
The bot give me one messaged then wheeled away to see to breakfast and whilst it’s back was turned, I pulled out the gun and shot it through the head.
(Inspired by; https://only100words.xyz/2018/07/19/three-line-tales-week-129/ with thanks).