If someone had told him he’d be stuck with a robot companion in a hundred years, Last Man would have laughed it off and said, “Who’d want to live that long?”
A hundred and fifteen years and thirty major upgrades to his mechanical parts later, Last Man would have already forgotten what laughter is, had it not for the perceptive robot with the football head.
“Hmmm…” he mumbles, amused. While he’s become half-machine out of necessity, Feebz’s circuits seem to be turning human out of sheer will.
“Need a reboot?”
“In a while,” he says. “In a while.”
*Inspired by the prompt roaring laughter from The Daily Post.