This morning on the walk to the day job I came across the saddest, and best, thing ever. I spotted it on the sidewalk, laying there, right-side-up just worshipping the sun. discarded and utterly alone in this world, it laid there, willing to accept its fate.

It was The Headless Love Bot.

I generally don’t pick stuff up form the sidewalk, even when it’s shiny, but could not bring myself to abandon the little guy. I just wanted to reassure him. Look at him, he is made to love things, and yet his head has been removed.

His back is full of purposeful holes, though he doesn’t open and is not a locket. I assume that is venting for when he fills up with too much love and needs to sigh happily and release some of it back into the world as a calming nano-mist that will infect your brain and rewrite your synapses.

Oh, Headless Love Bot. Oh how I adore it. It can sit on my desk at work now and play with the Dalek and skeleton, with the smoking labbit and the tiny Thor. Headless Love Bot will never be able to thank them, with words. It can’t wink. It can’t smile. It can’t wear hats properly.

And yet, throughout it all, Headless Love bot remains committed to love and happiness. You can tell these things.

I’ll protect him so that he might help all of us. I will take on that task. Because I have Headless Love Bot right here, reminding me its a good thing to do.