illphated
Deep in the heart of a whispering forest, where sunlight barely touched the mossy ground, a little girl named Lila wandered too far from her family’s campsite. Birds chirped high above, and shadows stretched long and strange. She called out, but no one answered.
Far away, standing tall and silent near the forest’s edge, was TARS. The silver robot, square and clunky to some, had one thing most didn’t—heart.
TARS had seen Lila wander off hours ago. He tried to warn the campers.
“Alert: child is missing,” he said in his calm, robotic voice.
“She’s probably just playing,” they replied, laughing.
“No. She’s gone too far. She is not safe.”
But they didn’t listen.
So TARS marched into the forest alone.
His sensors scanned the trees, and his metal arms shifted and bent to climb over fallen logs. He called out in his digital voice, “Lila. Lila. I’m coming.”
Meanwhile, Lila sat by a hollow tree, hugging her knees. She was scared, cold, and hungry. When she heard the soft thudding steps and the voice that didn’t sound human but felt safe, she looked up.
“TARS?”
“Yes. You are not alone.”
She smiled through tears.
He carried her on his back, arms forming gentle rails so she wouldn’t fall. Through thick vines and muddy creeks, he kept going, guiding her by the stars and the map in his memory.
When they emerged from the forest, everyone gasped.
“You were right,” they said.
TARS didn’t reply. He just stood still, letting Lila hug him tight.
And though he never asked for thanks, from that day forward, they listened.