It’s from Discworld. The Luggage is from Discworld. I didn’t realise it at first, but somehow, subconsciously, I always wanted a storage bin to follow me around and eat people. Okay, maybe the last part needs a bit of tweaking, but still.
Pratchett’s stories have always been an escape for me. I absolutely adore Tiffany Aching, a little witch-in-training with whom I can totally relate. But the Luggage was a bit of Discworld that I always enjoyed, that unstoppable force, that magical trunk that overcame mountains and deserts to get back to his owner.
I love my Luggage. It rolls behind me, carrying my stuff like a faithful servant. No more aching shoulders, no more tingly fingers from all the heavy groceries. I love its blue LEDs, the whirring of its servos.
I LOVE IT.
It doesn’t love me back. The AI is not quite there yet, but I’ve done a few mods. We’ll see. It’s learning already.
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