Derek was terrified at the sight of the Roomba entering the place. He had liked buying those robots to do the cleaning for him, but now that he was the size of the dirt in the floor, cleaning was the last thing he wanted. He started to run away, hoping the machine would ignore this speck among so many others if he was faraway enough. Unfortunately for the teen, running away wasn't an option with a body the size of a grain of sand, so the Roomba closed in towards him faster than he could escape.
The winds stronger than any hurricane created by the robot were apocalyptic to Derek, with an untold amount of specks his size being swallowed by the cleaning machine without any opposition, something not caused by the dirt being unable to fight back, but by the sheer scale of the Roomba's power. Waving his arms and screaming for help was all he could do by the time the force of the wind took hold on him, the indomitable strength of the pull lifting him off the air without effort, sealing his fate forever as the cleaner continued its programme job without interruption, not one of the teen's pleads for help bring registered by the other people in the house.
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