There was a robot, a robot who in some ways was beautiful and in other ways, not so much. He wore nothing but his reflective white coating, reminicent of the shiny shell of an egg. He was alone for a very long time. The robot wanted to give up, he struggled to see positives in himself.
One day he met a man, a human. Though this man was not all skin and bones, he possessed a mechanical heart and left arm. He wore clothes as humans did. The Stylish jeans and baggy jumper hid his own reflective coating on his mechanical arm, yet his was black. In contrast to his African American skin tone he looked a little odd… as the shade of black was darker than his human skin. He seemed friendly, yet rough and battered by life.
The robot’s processors ran at full speed but to no avail. He couldn’t figure out if this man was friendly, so he backed away and avoided eye contact.