*** ‘Vignette City’ is an ongoing project of daily writing and urban photography ***
The replacement Chinese squirrels - ours had all disappeared - were more springs and servos than they were squirrels.
But they had tufts of fur hot glued to their fragile plastic exoskeletons and little soft rubber face molds with motion-sensing diode red eyes that were as soulless as the actual squirrels’ eyes had been.
These little faces were what the Chinese factory workers must have thought our squirrels looked like. They weren’t too wrong, but not too right, really.
Do they have squirrels in China? I literally have no idea.
I watch the little robot squirrels try to climb trees in the park and I wonder, did they lose their squirrels too? Because these are poor replacements. They look about right though.
No one ever asks where the Chinese manufacturers find so much fur. No one wants to know.
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I watch the little robot squirrels try to climb trees in the park and I wonder, did they lose their squirrels too? Because these are poor replacements. They look about right though.
No one ever asks where the Chinese manufacturers find so much fur. No one wants to know.
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