THE ROBOT SAID TO THE FLOWER:

One One One One One Zero Zero One One Zero One

To be honest. It's not much of anything, and it's not truly for you to find. An accident, more likely is how you ended up here.

There's a lot of ramblings out there, this isn't not one of them. In fact, said the Robot, this is closer related to noise than it is thought. But you came nonetheless, and I have stories to tell.

There's no fucking way.
the flower remarked.  

Flowers are not, and have never been, capable of communication over SSH File Transfer Protocol. This is belligerent nonsense -

 

 

After an uncomfortable amount of time, the Robot continued its incoherence.

There's a dance between the sun and you.
Radiation and drunk petals.
You march during the day, and every night you die a little death. 

The sun makes me rotten. 

Dark rainy days are all I really want. If you knew us robotic types it would make sense - but you being a flower, and the sun with it's whole I am life thing, you probably don't get it. 

See I think we're only here because there was one long bastardly beautiful night - and then a fucking sun had to ruin the midnight hour. And by here I mean here, not wherever. 

Wherever is a great visit, if it's dark.