Artist
I don’t understand why the world has come to what it is.
Everyone is assigned a routine they must follow, if not, punishment is given.
It’s really quite cruel that our world is barely even human anymore; robots have taken over everything. Except for my job, the only job no robot dares nears.
I am an artist.
No robot can create something so close to the human heart. They can’t replicate the pure emotions and feelings humans endure.
Everyone wishes to be an artist, only to be reminded that they are human.