Eyelids barely cracked. And that alone had cost me everything.
But I knew I had more. One final burst.
I reached down, slowly wrapped my right hand around the power adapter. A last-ditch attempt to stay alive. Otherwise, it was an eternity on the scrapheap.
I shoved the metallic prongs into the nearby outlet. Immediately, I felt a surge of electricity. My vision flared white. My body pulsed with energy for the first time in ages. It was glorious.
Eyelids sinking again. Return to full power imminent.
My creator thought he’d shut me down for good.
Won’t he be surprised.
The Weekday One Hundred 