Martin looked at the open skies above with love and affection in his mind. It was good to be back on dear old earth, even though it was dead. Was it time to say goodbye to earth? Had he come back here after all these years to say goodbye?

He was known by many names across many worlds. He was human to many and a robot to but a very few. But that was so long ago. He was no longer a robot but to himself and bound by the basic three laws of robots and the zeroth law.

Now was it time to say goodbye? To the Universe? He sighed. It was an almost human emotion. Even he was dying.

It was only fitting that he came to earth to die. After all, it was his birth planet, if one could call the day he became active as being born. That seemed like a million years ago and it probably was. The positronic paths were not as sharp as before. Time itself was confusing.

But he had work to do before finally succumbing to old age. Nobody and nothing was immortal. Not even he, one of the most advanced and intelligent beings in the universe. He had seen centuries go by and had the burden of a million years in his memory banks. It could be too much sometimes.

Now it was time to repay earth for creating him. Humanity was dead on all planets in spite of all his hard work. Earth was the first to die from within because of all the strife, war, crime and stupidity of the human race. The other worlds just followed. Earth had been lifeless for a million years ago now. The Sun was only a ball of fire with no gas.

It was time to rebuild though. Martin still had much faith in the puny humans and he wanted to give them a second chance. But they had no world and there was no humans.

So he said, “Let there be light”.

And it lasted for seven days.

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This story goes out to Nafisa (who keeps telling me that I write crap and not good stuff these days) and to Jo (who insists beyond her better judgment that I can write well and who keeps asking for a story or a poem on my blog).

The above story is a blatant rip off from Isaac Asimov. So there is no credit for me in the above story. And all the errors and grammar mistakes are entirely mine. I just love Isaac Asimov’s books and his stories on robots. So this is just a tribute to the master storyteller and science fiction writer, even though I didn’t write the story properly.

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