On the Surface of Hell, a girl called Anna woke up crying. Her robot came into her bedroom, sat on the side of her bed and stroked Anna’s long hair. Everyone on Hell was cared for by robots. The children had to go to school, but the adults could do anything they wanted. All the hard work was done by the robots. The robots took care of everything. “Oh dear – what is the matter?” asked the robot. “Nothing,” said Anna, rubbing the tears from her face. But it was a lie. Anna had been having bad dreams again. Dreams about trolls living under the ground who were going to drag her away. Anna was angry with herself. I’m too old to be having dreams about trolls, she thought. Only little kids have dreams like that! Her robot looked at her. “Are you unhappy? What can I do to help?” “It’s nothing,” lied Anna. “I’m fine.” But really, she was very unhappy indeed. Life on the Surface of Planet Hell was good. Robots did everything to keep the humans safe and happy. In school, the robot teachers said, “This planet is a miracle.
