The other day I was standing at a bus stop when a two-year-old girl came up to me. She had blonde curly hair and was wearing a red waterproof playsuit. I like children, so normally I would have crouched down to say hello. But something in the little girl’s eyes made me step away.
She kept approaching. I had a strong impulse to get away from her, so I decided to walk to the next bus stop.
When I turned to look back, the toddler was following me. I panicked and began to run. I tried to make it look like I was late for an appointment because running away from a toddler did feel slightly ridiculous, but when I glanced back and saw that she was gaining on me, none of that mattered. I started sprinting.
Thankfully, when I turned a corner, I saw a taxi dropping off some people. I climbed into the back seat, slammed the door behind me, and asked the driver to take me to the jewellery shop where my boyfriend Sam works.
As we drove, I had a horrible feeling another taxi was following us. I told myself I was being paranoid, but when we got to the shop, I paid quickly without waiting for the change, then ran into the shop and bolted the door behind me.
Sam, who was showing a diamond necklace to a wealthy patron, was surprised to see me and a little annoyed by my dramatic behaviour. When I saw the toddler running up to the door, I shrieked.
The next thing I knew, she was ramming her head into the thick glass. Sam, the customer and I stood in terror and amazement as springs and dials burst from the toddler’s forehead.
When the police came, they told us that my instincts, along with the fortified glass, had saved my life. A few months later there was a court case, and I received an apology and compensation money from the government. It turned out that the robot toddler had mistaken me for someone else.
Sam and I went on a lovely holiday with the money. So it all ended well. But I still think that disguising robot killers as toddlers is a strange thing for the government to do.