Grandfather's Old Invention

Flangriprop: (noun) a propeller used for aeronautics or for any robotic invention; a made up word made from a writing prompt.

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Walking into grandfather's old workshop, he set down his leather satchel to gather his tools. Winston was hunched over in a corner; only collecting dust, just a pile of bolts and wires. The man searched through the workshop for the last piece he needed for this robotic contraption, his calloused fingers, gracing the rusty metal drawers.

"Winston, my dear boy...how many bloody years does it take to fully repair you?"

Even though the man appeared young for his age, grey hairs sprouted from his head and ears. For years and years has the man been perfectly tweaking the most perfect robotic butler to aid his bedridden grandfather. However, no luck has been made to find the robot's last missing piece.

"By Queen Elizabeth's ghost I found it!" he reached his hand underneath the work desk to get a hold of an old biscuit box.

Blowing off the dust that has accumulated on the lid, the man opened the box that had contained the Flangriprop. He rushed rushed back to the table, gathered his tools, grabbed a quick jelly anchovy sandwich and started to work.

Several hours have passed turning to nightfall, sweat dripped from his forehead onto his nose. The robot flew across the room coming face to face with his ecstatic creator.

"Butler Winston at your service. New added features such as: flying transportation, a juice machine and A DESIRE TO DESTROY HUMAN KIND."

The man only sighed, realizing he had a made a mistake with the circuitry.

"Guess there's still more work to be done."