This is StoryQuest. Today's story is Droid the Ditsy Robot.

Robots are everywhere these days. They help surgeons perform operations, build cars in factories, and even clean our carpets at home.

The planet where our story begins is called Technica, and it's even more robot mad.

In fact, no one has a job because the robots do everything.

The non-robots can't really call them humans as they're seven foot tall and green,

just lays around,

enjoying painting and reading and sleeping, whilst the robots keep everything going.

Sounds pretty good, right? In fact, one of the finest painters in the galaxy live on Technica,

Trebulous the talented. He'd been able to hone his skills over the centuries,

not least because robots got on with all that boring stuff. But we'll hear more about Trebulus

a bit later on. Droid was one of the many thousands of robots on Technica, and his job was to deliver packages. It was in his

programming. He was designed to deliver packages. He was built to deliver packages. It was his

raison d'etra, which actually isn't anything to do with raisins. No, no. It's a French phrase

that means it was his reason for being.

It was his job to know exactly where he was going. Simple enough, you'd think. The trouble was

that when he was newly built, a frozen baguette had fallen on his head from a high shelf at the

robot supermarket. This resulted in a small short circuit that no one noticed,

and to be fair, it only caused one teeny tiny problem hardly worth worrying about. It just meant

that droid completely lost all sense of direction. Yeah, you can see, thinking about it, This might be a problem for a delivery robot.

If the instructions said, go left, he went right. If a house number said one, two, three, he would knock on the door of three, two, one.

And instructions with more than three lines in it made his circuits ache. So basically, he was

terrible at his job. But it was the only job he had, his whole reason for being. I'd say he was

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