Two wrists with small fine line black tattoos, a smiley stick figure on the left wrist and a robot on the right, with small heart tattoos on the fingers.

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Stick figure and robot wrist tattoos

Fine line · Hand · Black and grey · Photo

Two hands are shown side by side, each with a small tattoo on the wrist: a smiling stick figure on the left and a robot with an antenna on the right. Small heart outlines sit on the fingers of both hands. The linework is thin and uniform in black ink, with no shading, and the plain background and even lighting keep the focus on the tattoos.

Fine line Hand Stick figure Robot Smiley face Heart Matching tattoo

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The robot had been switched off for three days before Dorothy Pyle thought to ask why the kettle in the Hebden Bridge workshop had gone quiet. She found it on the bench, arms folded, its square head tilted towards the wall as if it were waiting for a bus. Its antenna had been bent into a question mark. Nobody had ever taught it to sulk, but it had clearly learned.

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The wall was the trouble. Three weeks earlier a landlord's man had come with a bucket of white emulsion and painted over the stick figure beside the back door, the one with the wide grin and the long legs, the one the robot had visited every night since its second week of life. The figure had no batteries and no way off the plaster, so the robot had spent its evenings standing in front of it, reading out the shipping forecast in a low voice because that was the only thing it knew by heart.

Dorothy did not argue with machines, and she did not argue with the landlord's man either, who had only been doing his job. She took a stub of chalk from her apron, drew a stick figure on the bench beside the robot, gave it a grin, and then gave it a clumsy antenna. She tapped the robot's arm until it looked down.

"There," she said. "Now you've got someone to be cross at."

The robot's lights flickered. It unfolded its arms and, very carefully, drew a small heart above the chalk head with one metal finger. The heart was lopsided. Dorothy decided that was close enough.