I don`t know how long it`s been but it`s stopped raining. I don`t know when it stopped but it did at some point. The river is still rising. It`s close to me now. It already was but now, it`s almost reached the root that`s stopping me from sliding into the depths.

　　The voice won`t reply to me either. I keep trying even though it feels pointless but I just don`t want to be alone. It`s gone. I don`t know what to do. What can I do? The mud is still too wet, I tried to move again a little bit ago but nothing happened. Maybe, if it doesn`t start raining again, the mud will harden and I`ll be able to escape.

　　Or maybe the voice called for help. Maybe that`s why it stopped talking to me, it had to because help is on the way. No, I know that`s not right. It`s left me. I`m alone. I`m stuck just out of reach of the river, alone and abandoned.

　　I never got to deliver my order. I hope another robot got sent out to them, one that went around the park, not through it. I hope the customer got their food.

　　What will happen to the food in me? Will a squirrel or something come and pry me open? Maybe. I wouldn`t mind that too much. As long as the customer got their food somehow, I don`t mind what happens to the food that`s in me. I try to unlock my lid but nothing happens. It`s not listening to me. My body won`t listen to me anymore. Hopefully, the lock isn`t too hard and some animal can open it.Unauthorized usage: this narrative is on Amazon without the author`s consent. Report any sightings.

　　I wish that I could fall asleep or power off rather than just stay awake, sitting in the mud and staring at the steadily rising water. I can`t though. I keep trying but nothing happens. I can`t switch off even though my battery is getting lower and lower. It`s at sixty-three now. What`ll happen when it hits zero?

　　A noise from further up the slope catches my attention and hope briefly flares within me. A white spot appears at the top and meows loudly. I can barely see it through my mud-caked lenses but I watch as best as I can as it climbs easily down the mud, jumping from root to root.

　　I try to cry out, to shout at it to stop, it`s too dangerous, but no noise comes out. Something tells me that it wouldn`t matter anyway. The cat is determined. But then, so was I. That`s what got me in the end. Maybe if I was less determined, if my stat were lower, I would have just given up and taken the longer route.

　　It reaches me finally, jumping carefully onto my lid and I stare at the root, scared that the cat`s weight will be enough to send us both into the water. Nothing happens though. We`re safe for now. I look back at the cat. It`s staring straight into my lens as if it can see me. The real me.

　　I don`t speak. I can`t. I can`t say anything to it, no noise would come out even if I tried but it doesn`t matter. I just like that it`s there. It means that I`m not alone.