Today’s robots move without urgency

as if time belongs to them no

Waymo cars circle quietly

no hands on the wheel

no glance exchanged at the corner

just sensors watching everything

with a kind of patient attention

no human could ever manages

small delivery robots hum past on the sidewalk at ankle height

pausing when I step into their path

a gentle, almost courteous hesitation

like they’ve been taught manners

from a world that still remembers them

it’s strange to think

these were once sketches in the margins,

bright panels in 1950’s comic books,

promises drawn in bold lines

the future has arrived with a grin

Now it rolls by daily

unbothered

unannounced

as ordinary as traffic

as real as the quiet moment

when a machine waits for you to pass

unlike the bad mannered kids speeding on electric scooters

who expect you to step out of their way

they should take safety ands courtesy lessons from the robots