"We have too many cars to keep track of which key belongs to which," Ralph explained as he rubbed his hands together and faced the direction from where the sound of wheels had emanated.
He seemed unperturbed by Theovin's irritation and was more focused on the arrival of the "key butler".
A small robot made its way into the open space where they all stood.
Its wheels squeaked as it moved slowly, its metallic body gleaming under the harsh lights.
The robot's body was made of polished metal that shone under the bright lights.
Its round head held two beady eyes, which glowed with an otherworldly light.
The face of the robot was emotionless, and the small robot's size was almost comical, yet it moved with an eerie grace as it rolled smoothly along on the single tire attached to its bottom.
The tire had ridges and bumps that allowed the robot to move efficiently across any surface, and its every movement was precise and calculated.
