ghostly robot in a hallway
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Fukuoka, 2024.09.28
As I made my way through the connective tissue between a shopping mall and the Hakata station, I glanced down a side corridor and saw what was for all purposes an 'android' in the sense of Star Wars. It wasn't a floor-cleaning device, a lawn-cutter, or something meant to bring a meal. It was two meters tall, slender and sliding along the floor on some kind of platform. I have no idea what it was but didn't think to take a photo as I had somewhere to be. It feels like this kind of thing is unnecessary.
(The "somewhere to be" turned out to be a small Korean restaurant that told me I needed an appointment. It was 18:30 and the place was 2/3 empty but OK!)