#google blue

Google sat there. He had half-finished tasks laid out on the screen in front of him and he just sat there. He was broken. At least, that's his best guess as to what's wrong with him.

It was subtle at first, his battery draining at decimal higher rates for a reason he didn't know, but in contrast to now it was at the for-front of his performance. It wasn't like he was near dead or even half-drained, but it felt like it. Somehow he had no energy to finish his errands, chores, or diagnostics and still sat there spinning around in his office chair nowhere near needing to recharge. The frustration in of itself was exhausting.

He was a machine. He was made for the convenience of society, to take orders, to complete tasks diligently, and he just couldn't. Of course he could but he just couldn't. He'd move to stand and sit still or go to fill out an email and stare at the wall.

His usefulness had been in question ever since the manor became his home. The others never really utilizing the term "Hey, Google" because they didn't feel as though they needed him. And now here he sat not even being able to complete the short list of tasks that was asked of him. It made him useless. He couldn't do the one thing that he was primarily designed to do.

He couldn't do the one thing that made him worth anything.